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The Creation
What is the earliest memory of your childhood? Was it something terrible – a wound that hurt you then, and aches even now – a trauma that influenced your decisions from that day forward? Was there a cataclysm, an awakening event so powerful that it flooded your mind, knocked you off your feet, and washed you downstream, aware for the first time of the life-threatening dangers all about you beyond…
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Publishing, Parachuting, and Three Lincolns
In the early 1990s, I was the best man for my brother’s wedding. For his bachelor party, we didn’t want to do anything immoral, so we decided to try something dangerous, instead: parachuting. My wife made me promise never to do it again. There would be three commands: get out, get all the way out and hang, and go.
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Horse Sense
Dear Reader, how I treasure your sticking with me on the road to publication. I learned this month I’m a semi-finalist in the Genesis Contest for unpublished authors. How delightful to receive an evening phone call from a contest organizer. (They don’t call you when you lose!)
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Writing “The Dis”
By the time we are thirty years old, we know it’s true: all our abilities are temporary. Our physical and cognitive skills decline, at an ever-increasing pace, as if with a will of their own.
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Resurrection
Dear Reader, I have missed you. The twin sisters of winter, Cold and Darkness, sneaked up on me last December with their claws. Now I find myself emerging, like a crocus from the ground, renewed with hope, a participant in the rising fragrance of spring.
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Turnabout and the Common Cold
Turnabout is fair play. That’s what one of my physician mentors, Ken O’Neill, told me. In essence, sharp, witty replies are acceptable, even when they flash some teeth.
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