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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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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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A Whimpering Old Woman

Sometimes your heart breaks. I was at the skin doctor last week  to have a few more pounds of ugly cut off the top of my head.  But when I arrived at the clinic, there was no receptionist; just three people standing in line. I joined them in the line for about five minutes, but […]

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The Hog Tao of Super Bowl

*Lao Tzu, an older contemporary of Confucius, was keeper of the imperial archives in the province of Honan in the sixth century B.C. All his life he taught that “The Tao that can be told is not the eternal Tao”, which makes you wonder what exactly the guy was being paid for. Anyways, according to […]

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Nothing is as ‘Murican as Hotdogs, Apple Pie and Coaching Little League Football in Singapore

    The hand that rocks the cradle may rule the world, but football coaches are kings, in Oklahoma or Singapore. I was still jet-lagged in 1982, when my buddy dragged me straight from Changi Airport to the Singapore American School’s football field. Even though an oilfield company had spent $250,000 sodding the field, the […]

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Blobfish Caption

  Caption:   Selfie … which is why I normally wear a hat. (Editor’s note: This has been your high-brow humor for the day.) .

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Working With Mother Teresa and the ‘Dying Destitutes’

(Editor’s Note:  Holy, not funny, is the order of the day).         Susan Conroy decided to “go work with a living saint” in 1986. So, at just 21 years old, she left her home in small town Maine and flew to Calcutta. “I had no talents. No special skills. But I’d read […]

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