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 […]

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New Eyes and Old Sighs at 56

(If you are expecting humor, turn back now.) . . . Most things about being 56 suck. The body hurts. Tidal waves of regret come in daily. You realize that your dreams turned to dust long ago. But, for me, there has been one, odd positive about turning 56. I realized that my alcoholic Dad […]

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Christmas Torch, er, Antlers, Passed to a New Generation of Dawgs

The Christmas torch, well, I mean antlers, was passed to a new generation last night as we decorated our Christmas tree. This is almost certainly the last Christmas for the 13-year-old, almost deaf and nearly blind Moosedawg, so it had to happen. Every year for as long as I can remember, part of my son […]

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Decreasing and Increasing

We’re walking the dogs. I’m wearing three or four layers of clothing, including the only Dallas Cowboys sweatshirt in New Zealand, and my summer straw fedora, because I don’t have a winter hat. Eli is wearing a T-shirt and shorts, which is OK, because he is 22 and bulletproof, and his legs are only slightly […]

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Osama bin Spin – What is Truth?

There are times when I feel like a man with no country. I’ve lived two-thirds of my adult life overseas. So even though this Okie will probably always sound like a Yank – damn right! – I don’t think like the average American. I probably never did, but even less so now. When Osama bin […]

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They Fly the Coop — Sigh

God always works in mysterious ways. For about the last month, my wife has been raising a Tui bird. Twee Twee was biffed out of his nest by unruly siblings. So said wife dutifully fed him mashed bananas/dry dog food/grapes/bugs/etc. Every hour or two. At first she’d call “Twee Twee” while standing in the front […]

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