Flower Power
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Suprise Me
Minyan – for Uncle Sol
Prompted By Finding Your Tribe
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Minyan – for Uncle Sol I don’t think of myself as an especially spiritual person, but after the death of my husband’s uncle Sol, I had a religious experience. Sol, who died just short of his 96th birthday, was a surrogate father of sorts to my husband, and grandfather to our son, and a much…
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Procrastinate Much?
Prompted By Procrastination
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I was always the girl who was on time, organized, and started assignments well before they were due.
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Running on Empty
Prompted By Sports
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Mr Bucco and the Ginger Cat
Prompted By Home
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Mr Bucco and the Ginger cat My parents’ first house was on a shady street in the Bronx bought after WW II on the GI bill. My dad set up his medical practice on the first floor and we lived on the floor above. (See also Fluffy, or How I Got My Dog, Magnolia, The Story…
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Retrospect – I Survived The 1970s
Prompted By Writer's Choice
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Retrospect – I Survived The 1970s By Kevin J. W. Driscoll (c) 2025 Part 1: October 1970 The other day, I swear, I could still smell the tear gas clinging to my denim jacket. It’s like a stubborn ex-girlfriend, that stuff – refuses to let go. And, of course, the ever-present aroma of…
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That’s Life
Prompted By Magazines
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The photographs in LIFE captured powerful moments, whether the subjects were soldiers, politicians, athletes, poets and writers, Hollywood stars, or everyday people.
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Trips
Prompted By Altered States
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26 Miles Across the Sea
Prompted By Honeymoon
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Twenty-six miles across the sea Santa Catalina is a-waitin’ for me, Santa Catalina, the island of romance, romance, romance, romance. We got married in March, and the big honeymoon we planned was a trip to Kenya on a photo safari with an adventure travel company, plus an additional week in the Seychelle Islands, because my…
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Wanting to be Susie S.
Prompted By Imitation
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My journey through high school from 1959 to 1963 was more about what I wished I could be than about actually becoming my own person. For me, that didn’t happen until I left home for college.
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