They smilin’ in your face All the time they want to take your place The back stabbers. . . . What follows is not the only story of betrayal that has occurred in my life, but let’s just say that it’s the only one that I’m willing to make public. Putting out on the internet…
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Suprise Me
Back Stabbers
Prompted By Betrayal
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They smilin’ in your face All the time they want to take your place The back stabbers. . . . What follows is not the only story of betrayal that has occurred in my life, but let’s just say that it’s the only one that I’m willing to make public. Putting out on the internet…
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Faith yes. But in what?
Prompted By Faith
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There Was a Fire Here
Prompted By Fire
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Excerpted from my memoir, There Was a Fire Here. October 20, 1991. Oakland, California — There was a fire here. It started high above our house, on a hill facing west. No one knows for certain how it started, but a human hand set something burning and started The Fire. The fire incinerated, it eliminated; it…
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A Tale of Two Hitchhikes
Prompted By Hitchhiking
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I confess to hitchhiking once. I don’t think my parents ever knew.
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Working Mother and Not
Prompted By Stay-at-Home Parent
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My mother graduated from The Ohio State University in 1935. She wanted to study modern dance in New York City and was forever grateful that her father cashed in his life insurance so she could have a year to do that. She studied with Doris Humphrey, whose most famous student was José Limón. Before heading…
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Astronauts on TV
Prompted By Moon Landing
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A Degree Day of Observations
Prompted By Rites of Passage
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Seated there was a very elderly, diminutive woman, dressed in black, with wild white hair and a pixie-ish expression, very quiet but observing everything carefully.
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How to Use a Drill
Prompted By Some Assembly Required
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Now, I remember why I hate Ikea.
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Aloha Honeymoon
Prompted By Honeymoon
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After a series of hula dances and fire twirling, the emcee invited all the newlyweds up on the stage to be congratulated. Half the crowd crammed up to the front for applause and a free hula lesson. Wearing sheepish grins, we swayed out of sync until we were sufficiently embarrassed and rushed off the stage.
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The Fruit Stand of Love
Prompted By Lemons to Lemonade
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