Until I was a teenager, I thought a “Sampler” was a box of chocolates. Then my grandmother died and many of her items found their way to us in California. Included in this trove was a sampler — a framed textile and another framed object which I will describe below. A “sampler”, loosely defined, is…
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Suprise Me
But generations yet unborn …
Prompted By What I Own That's Older Than I Am
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Until I was a teenager, I thought a “Sampler” was a box of chocolates. Then my grandmother died and many of her items found their way to us in California. Included in this trove was a sampler — a framed textile and another framed object which I will describe below. A “sampler”, loosely defined, is…
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I Learned to Drive a Tractor First
Prompted By Learning to Drive
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Technology — Hydra’s extropic head
Prompted By Technology
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Extropy — an evolving system of tools, methods, and techniques guided by values and standards intended to improve the human condition.
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Fear and Frothing In Las Vegas – My Rant On Phobias
Prompted By Fears and Phobias
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Alright, settle down everyone, I am here to dismantle the dramatics of our everyday anxieties. We all have fears, that much is a given. From the perfectly reasonable (stepping off a skyscraper) to the downright debilitating (spontaneous human combustion, a fear of mine, I haven’t slept well with since I first dreamed about it…
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An English Teacher
Prompted By College Majors as Career Gaugers
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To me becoming an English teacher was a punchline. And yet, that is just where my college path led me.
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Also Sprach Zarathustra
Prompted By First Dates
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A blind date to a boring movie is not a recipe for success
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Something is Missing
Prompted By Those We Miss
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In therapy, I talked until I was sick of talking. In meditation I was to be silent and listen.
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My Aunt Rollie: Loving, Uncompromising and Part Prussian General
Prompted By Aunts & Uncles
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She isn’t happy when her brothers marry non-Jewish women, and predictably takes a dim view of her son Donald’s tall, blonde girlfriend Sallie. One afternoon Sallie serves meat loaf, mashed potatoes and a simple green salad. Rollie is polite during the meal, but when Donald and Sally leave the room she asks me, "So what’d you think of that?” “Oh, it was fine,” I answer. "I call that Shiksa food,” she says.
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Waiting for the Next One
Prompted By Waiting Rooms
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There was surely some apprehension people felt while waiting for medical care, but people often chatted with the front desk or each other and in a small town, it wasn’t unusual to run into someone you knew.
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The Real Story Behind my Parents’ Love Letters
Prompted By Family Myths
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Now that my parents are gone, I realize there were so many questions I wish I had asked them. All I have now are their letters to fill in the gaps in my knowledge of the years between when they met and their marriage.
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