Author Archives: sputterpub

Mother Love

I grew up with a boy bias. I took after my father and didn’t like to hang with Mom. She was into shopping and fashion and recipes and gossip; I preferred Dad’s philosophy, science, and math puzzles. Mom didn’t read … Continue reading →

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Sorting

I understood the terms. I thought I knew an extrovert from introvert. I called myself gregarious but loner through and through. Of course that’s me. Now I’m appalled – surprised at least – I took two tests online, and landed … Continue reading →

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26 Years Ago

I remember 1991: Alaska cruising with my mom and dad. We got along quite well. That trip was fun and genial; we all agreed we had good times, and disembarked with memories as sparkling as the glacial ice we met. … Continue reading →

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Toss

I note the cohort’s jettisoning stuff. The nests are emptying; now many toss possessions, recognize they’ve had enough, inhabit smaller residences, cross from house to condo furnished with support. And those of us with mental energy and physical ability report … Continue reading →

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Neurology

She’s satisfied about her language skills, her memory is great, and she observes her fellows well, for she was schooled in drills of people-watching by her mom. But “nerves” she may not understand, she learned today. She knows she’s nervous … Continue reading →

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Annie’s Weekend

Annie had a full calendar last weekend. Saturday was the baby shower. The mother-to-be is her ex-partner’s niece. Annie hasn’t been with Tony for a decade, but she still considers him  family, especially with his health and money problems. Recently … Continue reading →

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Google Analytics

I hesitate to look at what I’ve wrought. I want to count my readers and I don’t. To understand how many viewed and caught my drift: okay. But then I worry: won’t too few depress me, and too many force … Continue reading →

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Pail Content

I saw my house beneath as we increased our altitude, between hotel and field. Mt. Shasta ruled the picture for at least a fifth the flight, and when our arc was ceiled, we bellied down and I began to slow; … Continue reading →

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Without Agenda

From 5 to 20 I was on a tear to raise myself to power and control. And then for decades I provided care to family and clients: juggled role and split attention, multi-tasking years. I had to itemize or come … Continue reading →

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Science Sucker

I laughed at Dr. Atkins and I scoffed at Weston Price; I rolled my eyes when friends described their fasts. I held my facts aloft from theirs: with logic trained, dismissing trends, explaining the control of calories, I advocated breakfast; … Continue reading →

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