Memoir
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The Long Walk Home
The following is a rewrite of a previously written poem for a Creative Nonfiction class. Unlike the fiction of the poem, the following is true. It was our parents’ rule: don’t run after fire trucks. “You could fall behind them… Continue reading
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Ok Boomer
Ok, I’ve never quite understood the whole “insult” thing between Baby Boomers (those born between 1946 and 1964) and everyone who came after us: Gen Xers and Millennials, or Generation Z (Wikipedia). I read that there is a new generation called Generation… Continue reading
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The Luckiest Person Alive
Luck > Noun [mass noun] success or failure apparently brought by chance rather than through one’s own action. Oxford English Dictionary. Not to diminish all the hard work I’ve put in over the years to succeed and fail—sometimes it feels… Continue reading
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drinking
Always the same stella with a cold glass, double patrón silver, really well chilled, salted rim,at the same bars but with different people.And a lot of times, the same people are drinking, wishing they had a cigarette between their fingersor… Continue reading
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Little Notes
On Life-long learning: “My aim in life is to learn what I can from my experiences, to act on that learning and by example share what I’ve learned with others.” #63 MODERN AFFIRMATION 1,001 Meditations by Mike George (Published 2004… Continue reading
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long walks on
the feet are tired shuffling along rough roads streets that have not been repaved in a long time. the body carrying the memories of a childhood too long ago of teen years that are hidden in history books of sex… Continue reading
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Home: A Nomad’s Epic Journey
I have lived at over twenty-four addresses in my life, and this doesn’t include the ones where I lived twice at different times.The Bronx, New YorkMiddletown, New YorkThe Bronx, New YorkNew York, New YorkThe Bronx, New YorkWashington, D.C.Hartford, ConnecticutWashington, D.C.Inglewood,… Continue reading
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New York New York: Driving Me Crazy
I recently spent twelve days in New York, the city where I was born, attending a family memorial and doing research for several writing projects. This is the first of several essays I am writing to help me understand what… Continue reading
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New York New York: Loud
I recently spent twelve days in New York, the city where I was born, attending a family memorial and doing research for several writing projects. This is the first of several essays I am writing to help me understand what… Continue reading
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La La Land
June 24, 1984. 41 years ago. Baltimore-Washington Airport. I said my last goodbyes to J Daniel Johnson, a friend I’ve known since 1972, after he drove me up from D.C. During the ride, all we could talk about was how… Continue reading
