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The dizziness seems to be going away when I sit up in bed now, and when I lie down. It gave up when I decided it was five seconds of being h...

I posted a couple of times this year, but they went sideways, and not in a great way. I wrote two short posts and didn't notice that the...

In 1990, days before I graduated community college with an AA in Commercial Art, a counselor told me there was a company interested in me (f...

In grade school, there was a regular ritual for the Monarch butterflies. Sixth graders cruised the ditches and roadsides for milkweed plants...

Without haste or care, Winds lightly deal our piled leaves Back to their own yards. .

Yellow. Orange. Red. At the sun's silent signal, The green mask slides off. .

The North Wind, laughing At soft pink buds that believed Its lying zephyrs. .

PAINT THE BIRDS Paint the birds, tuppence a can Tuppence, tuppence, tuppence a can "Paint the birds," that's what she says Whi...

 I finally got the cards started. The cards themselves are fully realized, corporeally existing, bearing individual proofs, visible to me, o...

Listen, I'm a villain, sure, I've done a few bad things Killed pizza guys I should've tipped, Gave girls exploding rings. I'...

I've been watching The Mickey Mouse Club for the last couple of days, having stumbled on two six-hour tapes of half-hour editions of the...

I knew at the time it happened that this was unusual, but as it recedes into the past, I still can't help being impressed at the sheer u...

One year, early on in our time here, I took Sarah trick-or-treating through the neighborhood. A block from our house, almost parallel with i...

"You don't need an invisible god threatening you with Hell to live a moral life." I said on a social network. "You only h...

It's not that I hate to mow the lawn. I do. But I also think it's better to let the stuff grow. We have all this heat, and it was dr...