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Indifference
From my novel, Attachment Patterns It came from the back of the room, a soft, shy voice. “Mr. Boone, what is it you like about art?” (Talk about questions.) “Jesus, I don’t know, I just do it.” More giggles and grins and Dad smiled in return. He pondered a moment. What did he like about…
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The Exhausted Age
An interesting phrase came across my desk recently. The Great Exhaustion. It seems that all over the world a vast number of people are tired. Burnt out. Stressed out. Overwhelmed. It apparently makes them want to lie down and take a nap. Okay, not really. By nap, one is referring to sleep. In this case, it’s more…
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Grandchild
Yes, it’s happening, something grand. The news came out of nowhere, a complete surprise. “Okay, what do you think this is,” asked my lovely daughter, she and her husband, showing us an image on her cell phone. My wife and I had no idea. It looked like a small, swirling whirlpool. (“A hurricane in the…
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A (Surprise) Review
Much to my surprise, a review appeared on Amazon for my recently self-published collection of essays, Crossing the Meadow. I certainly didn’t expect it but here it is. (Thank you, Jim!) Imagine you’re flying from the West Coast to London. It’s a very long flight, and you can’t get to sleep. The passenger sitting next…
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Crossing the Meadow
Crossing the Meadow. A metaphor for a writer’s life. Walking through a world you imagine in your head. This collection of short pieces is divided into four sections. Plays, Movies and Words are about the adventures of a working writer. The Desperate Man are some early shouts and murmurs about fatherhood and family. Dog-Dumb entails…
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Beautiful Jerk
As hard as it is to believe, I directed a feature film once. Yes, a real full-length movie, one that had producers and designers and actors and and a several million-dollar budget. I rarely tell people about it because if I did, they might want to see it and I really don’t want to inflict…
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The Journal Writer
Amazing the things you stumble upon when going through old boxes of papers and scripts. There it was – a blue, old, hard-covered notebook. I hardly recognized it. I opened it and immediately saw scribbles. No, not scribbles – penmanship. Words legibly handwritten in deep blue, probably with a fountain pen. At the top of…
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