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Physician, Heal Thyself
From ME/CFS (Part 3 of 3) Dear Reader, my apologies. Within the confines of my current prison, I have not yet completed the essays I promised you months ago, neither my displays of Medical Pearls collected over thirty years, nor my recent songs of Adventure through Wilderness. Those tales will yet come, God willing. ME/CFS,…
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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 I learned this month I’m a semi-finalist in the Genesis Contest for unpublished authors.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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Dying Well on Thanksgiving Day
Mrs. Esther Wholesum died on a Thanksgiving afternoon in the mid-to-late 1990’s, surrounded by her family and full of years. I remember it well.
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After the Cone
After the Cone The Haunted Doctor TAT – Entry 2 Some marathons, like life, are remarkably simple in design: essentially flat; no major turns; straight out to the orange cone, and straight back. Thirteen miles each way. The Bayshore Marathon in Traverse City, Michigan, is just such a race. …
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My Father-in-Law’s Eightieth Birthday Song
To the tune of Swipesy, by Scott Joplin Lyrics This is our birthday song for Jim nowIf someone loved music and he lived a really long time, tell me what would he do?If he liked the syncopation and the LOUD and the soft, tell me what would he do?He’d start on the piano when he…
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Jubal’s Song
Lyrics Comfy warm inside the womb until you breathed the air, the bitter chillToo much! The noise, the light, the thrill, we wrapped you snug, for resting still.Your mother rocked her child at last, what newborn ever drank so fast?Such little fingers reaching out, and quiv’ring lip, a tiny pout! Jubal, Jubal, Jubilee. Welcome to…
