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She never raises her voice, but she does become vehement regarding certain things. On her last visit to the jagged edge of America, the Significant One picked up my battered black calfskin wallet from the counter and pointed out that I needed a new one; I don’t. She spoke loud enough for the Faceplant machine…

I’m a collector, a slow-cooked dish of all that I’ve ever done, and lots of what I’ve seen, heard, and read. There’s nothing new under the sun, and I’m proof that this Ecclesiastical idiom is nothing short of being accurate and factual. I’m sure I’m just rejuvenating some thoughts—or an idea— that blessed someone else…

    When TTW (Tow Truck Wayne) called me, I was excited. He’d found me an old Honda CRV. When TTW calls, there is no rapport building. No questions about how the family is doing, certainly no compliments. “Hey, I’ve got a junk Honda over here. I know you like them. The owner died, and…

  Ellie is having withdrawals from a few weeks with the Significant One. She only sleeps in the SO’s chair for a couple of days immediately following the frequent early morning— wheels-up— departures. She then returns to her standard sleeping couch or the bay window; I suppose after the scent of a woman has left…

Magnetic north pulled me up the black macadam toward a tiny Cotton family reunion. It would be one of us heading up, two of us heading back.   While the distance is a curse, the drive is not. I-95 beyond Bangor, Maine,  sauntering toward Canada, is a lonely stretch of road. Most of the cursing…

I know my age bracket puts me in the camp with men who speak about particular difficulties. I’m lucky, I guess. At least compared to the horror stories shared by men I’ve been forced to listen to when it comes to the frequent urination vs. difficulty urinating conversations. These conversations typically occur on the way…

As I continued my early morning supine supervision of the spinning bedroom ceiling fan while slightly slumbering, I listened intently for the sound of a state department of transportation truck slinging snow into driveways as it drove south to north. Nothing. I paid scant attention to the details of the forecast last night. I knew…

Contrived pleasantries regarding the new year are not in the cards. I don’t feel compelled to promise you that I’m changing. I’m not even planning on doing anything differently. I’ll just stay the course, correct my foibles when I screw up, and I’ll try to avoid ingesting bacon outside of breakfast, lunch, or dinner. I’d…

Sitting in darkness while letting the morning intrude slowly into the living room, I can watch dawn’s smiling face rise through the naked branches of that oak tree; it doesn’t belong to me. It’s on a neighboring property, but I’ve never seen anyone near it. I think of it as mine. Mine and some squirrels…