Category: My Prose
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The Green Steamer Trunk *
The Green Steamer Trunk In The Basement Like many veterans, my father was reluctant to publicly share his experiences of those days. He kept his wartime memories in a battered green steamer trunk in the basement. It smelled of mothballs and long-ago events that perhaps didn’t bear examining too closely. It wasn’t locked or anything…
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Good Day Sunshine
Good Day Sunshine There are days when I climb out of bed, pick up my tablet, open my blog and browse through a few of the lighter selected pieces. I actually read them. I do. Then I’m ready to face the day with a smile and a feeling of confidence and good vibes having digested a meal of…
Palimpsest 