What’s On Your Playlist?

It’s been 52 years since the Class of 1970 flipped their tassels. Crawfordsville High School graduates from that year are finally going to celebrate their 50th reunion, postponed twice because of the mutating pest named COVID. There is even the threat of the newest and more rapidly spreading strain, but our reunion committee made it…

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You Are Enough And That’s Enough Said

After rushing around on Tuesday and completely misjudging the time I had left to make it to Indianapolis to my doctor’s for my six month Medicare checkup, I was informed if I walked in ten minutes late, I would have to reschedule. (No way would I make to there by 10:20 just now leaving Crawfordsville…

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Who Smokes Tiparillos? A Mystery in My Midst

 Early in the course of the Covid pandemic, I squeezed into my knee-high muck boots, donned a pair of latex gloves, snatched a trash bag and the pooper scooper (nicknamed Baby Jaws) and headed down to Dry Branch Creek.  The small stream runs through the middle of our neighborhood across a designated preserve jointly owned…

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Futility, 4-H And Lessons Learned From Horses

My life is full of futile endeavors; cleaning litter boxes, vacuuming, washing clothes, weeding; But there is none so pointless as giving my horse,Wrangler, a bath. He is a big, dusky-brown wooly mammoth looking thing that takes longer to shed out his winter coat due to a condition called Cushing’s Disease. He tends to gain…

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It’s Complicated

I turned seventy last December. I don’t feel seventy, but since this my first shot at being seventy, I’m not sure how I am supposed to feel. My age changes from day to day. For instance, this morning I was eighty. It must have taken a full two minutes for my body to get moving.…

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Breast Beards, Enneagrams And Compassion Fatigue

A newborn fawn died on the hill below our house two weeks ago.  My heart wanted to break into a million pieces, but instead, I steeled my self for what had to be done.  Last year, I watched a committee of vultures line the trees down in the preserve over that same hill.   Upon further…

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Prey Pray

prey — to have an injurious, destructive or wasting effect on something pray — to entreat or implore It’s not every day you see benign terrorism unfold in a grocery store. While checking in with the fraying neurons of my memory for what I forgot on aisle six, a flurry of activity brought me back…

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The BMV, Mrs. McCoy and a Better Word

I don’t know how many of you have gone to the BMV and applied for an Indiana Real ID yet, but, for me, jumping through the “proofs” has been a nightmare. You basically have to prove that you exist and you are who you say you are. How existential! My one piece of advice: keep…

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The Joy of Messy Things

My adolescence was a disaster. I lived with an alcoholic grandfather and a grandmother whose addiction to pain pills caused her to fall asleep on the couch many nights waiting for my grandfather to stagger in after a binge at the American Legion. In addition, we lived in a run down inherited family home full…

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Call Me By My Name Tag

I love Peyton Manning. I was in Neyland Stadium on the University of Tennessee campus when he appeared on the field as a freshman quarterback in 1994. And when he signed with the Indianapolis Colts, I took my then teenaged daughter to Signing Day at the RCA Dome. This was long before it was the…

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