Archive for the Emotional stuff Category


9/11 Memories From an Okie Down Under (Republished Again and Again and Again)

Everyone has their 9/11 memories. These are mine. Originally published in 2011. Republished, again, today in honor of those who died, and those who did their best to help others live. On Sept. 11, 2001, in Auckland, New Zealand, my home since 1993, I was about to back out of my driveway and go to […]

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It’s What You Do

(Hognote: make sure you read to the bottom.) Of all the things that I cannot believe — starting with how it’s possible to send this blog around the world using electricity — the thing I cannot believe the most is that I will attend my 40th high school reunion in two weeks. That means it’s been four decades since […]

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Mother’s Day ‘Momories’ Straight from the Heart (Republished)

One of my most treasured inheritances from Mom is a photocopied poem, surrounded by a hand-made sussy purple oval, held in a clunky, old wooden frame. The poem is by Jenny Joseph. It’s not long: WARNING “When I am an old woman I shall wear purple With a red hat which doesn’t go, and doesn’t […]

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I Have Seen the Future of Rock’n’Roll, and His Name is Still Bruce Springsteen

I checked a big one off the bucket list last night when Bruce Springsteen and I finally got together at Mt. Smart Stadium. Words almost fail me, because it meant so much, and because it almost did not happen. I was totally devastated when Bruce’s first New Zealand concert sold out before I could grab tickets […]

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My Grampa’s Hat

I was never that much of a hat person. But thanks to the UV deluxe sunshine in New Zealand, and the hole it already burned in my head, I tend to wear a hat when I am outside. Sometimes it’s a baseball cap. But I prefer my straw fedora. I think maybe I like wearing […]

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Death of a Good Dog

      The Moosedawg died today, at 14. Or at least he will in a couple of hours, after my son comes home to say goodbye. Buddy is my dog. So the responsibility for determining when he is put down is mine and mine alone. I made the decision about an hour ago when […]

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The Birthday of Eli

Twenty-four years ago tomorrow, a boy child was born in Arlington, Virginia. Eight pounds, eight ounces. Half-Chinese and half-Caucasion (with some Potawatomi Indian blood thrown in for good measure). I happened to be the fella who cut William Eli Moore’s umbilical cord, literally. But I admit to having no intention of ever cutting the cord, […]

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