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Together on a fall day Fall colors begin to fade,giving way to dark and gray.Who exactly decided you couldn’t stay? You can be the CEOor just a street wino.Death as arbitrary as the wind blows. Years go by and I still wonder why.I barely said hello to your sweet face before goodbye.Perhaps our time together
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Zapruder-like photo quality of my soulmate lurking at the edge of the woods. There’s this fox that lives in my neighborhood. I bet I’ve seen it more times than anyone else has because I look for it. Most mornings I sit on my back porch having coffee. If I’m up and out there just before
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Ben Foster in Hell or High Water (2016), OddLot Entertainment and Lionsgate Films I live in the Philadelphia suburbs in one of Pennsylvania’s wealthiest counties. I work for a venerable finance firm that doesn’t just have an office building but supports an entire “campus.” Fitting, as many of my co-workers graduated from prestigious Ivy League
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Rod Waddington from Kergunyah, Australia, CC BY-SA 2.0, via Wikimedia Commons He sat at the counter sipping his coffee and waiting on his breakfast. This place was far from an authentic diner but was the best he could do in this upscale neighborhood dominated by trendy pretenders serving outlandish fare at outrageous prices. If he
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We wanted an elegant and sophisticated name for formal occasions but one that could also be shortened into something quirky and fun for everyday use. We’d privately chosen Samantha and planned to call her Sammie for short. In my mind’s eye, I could see myself palling around with my little peanut, Sammie, on our many
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I’ve laid bare my journal for you, or at least the January 28th entry. It’s not that provocative though, so I hope you’re not disappointed. Journaling Journaling every day isn’t for me even if I might want it to be. It becomes a burden when forced and is only meaningful when something is burning to
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My girlfriend, Christina, and I go for a short walk around our neighborhood just about every morning. It’s the sort of thing I used to sneer at. “That’s not exercising,” I’d think, swearing I’d never stoop so low. I guess never is now. These days, I relish our walks and the thoughts that bubble up,
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I started this blog as an outlet for my grief after my daughter, Ruby, died. I haven’t posted anything to it in quite some time because, while grief is still an important topic to me and one that plays a significant role in my daily life even some seven-plus years after her death, I’ve written
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According to my mom, my nephew Max is convinced he’s “died and gone to heaven” amid the coronavirus-mandated social distancing restrictions. Apparently, the introvert gene is strong with that one. For those of us, including me, who derive a lot of our happiness from our own elaborate little internal worlds, rather than from much of
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On May 18th it was six years to the day since Ruby died. She was two months shy of her sixth birthday when she passed, so she’s now been exploring new worlds longer than she explored this one. If anyone could learn all the lessons this world had to offer in such a short time,
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Chuck Miller 