Category: American Culture
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My Shamans
Bart. That was the name of my first Shaman. It was the early 2000’s. My family had decided to spend the Christmas holiday in the small seaside village of Puerto Morelos, Mexico. Sitting on the beach, terribly hungover from a night of Margaritas followed by cartwheels down the street, I struck up a conversation with…
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Another Inconvenient Truth
The package arrived without fanfare. No white van pulling into my driveway. No text with a photo assuring that said package arrived. Instead, I opened up the mailbox and found a plain brown box. What did I order? I had to search my brain a bit, which isn’t so unusual these days. Right! The special…
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One Tiny Sock
I woke up with a surge of sadness. Three days of chaotic joy. Running Singing Rapture at the moon. Puddles Dirt Wonder in the mundane. Tears Laugther Each moment a gift. Carefully wrapped in a precious memory.
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Holy Puck! She’s Amazing.
I really like badass women. Take the character, Mattie Ross from the movie True Grit. A young woman hires a washed up US Marshall to exact revenge on her murdered dad. But she takes this plan to the badass level by insisting on joining him on a journey which ends with a rattlesnake bite, an…
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For the Love of Dog
“So, how was it?” Rick asked as I walked in the door. “Well, I met almost as many dogs as I did people”, I answered smiling. “I think it will be a good fit. I mean, it’s kinda quirky. In a good way.” Absolutely quirky. And fast paced and unexpected. In a matter of three…
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The Edge of the Bell Curve
AI seems to be on everyone’s mind. It is certainly on mine. Read my short essay/rant about how I really feel about the new kid on the block.
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Life is what happens…
“Life is what happens to you while you’re busy making other plans.” John Lennon from the song, Give Peace a Chance I love this quote by John Lennon. I’ve always mused on it from the perspective of folks (including myself) who are too busy keeping up with “rat race” related concerns that they miss the…
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As Unready As I’ll Ever Be…
I am nowhere near ready. Yes, my bags are packed. Tickets purchased. Itinerary sorted. I’ve even wrapped my head around it. No, it’s my body. My physical readiness. Basically, I’m doomed. Day after tomorrow, Rick and I will ride from our front door to Kingston and catch the ferry to Edmonds, Washington. There, we will…
Gonzo Girl 