exploring my mind
opening dusty cupboards
and peering inside
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A number of memories from the deep recesses of my mind came forward for review this week. These thoughts were neither good nor bad…
fields of sunflowers
a starting point for a trip
down memory lane
The local farm market planted a small field of sunflowers next to the road. It reminded me of a print of the famous VanGogh…
I hear his echos
my voice, my words, and my deeds
reminders of him
Remembering my father on what would have been his 81st birthday.
a recollection
the red sculpted-shag carpet
in my childhood room
Routine drives my life. Nothing exemplifies this more than my morning routine. A computer script I wrote takes me through the…
before they happen
who knows which remembrances
will last forever?
My family and I were traveling down a sparsely-traveled rural four-lane highway this past weekend when we happened upon three…