Category Archives: Personality

Ambiversion

Posted on December 23, 2019 by sputterpub

I claimed I was an introvert, before I gave the subject tests and further thought. “Gregarious but loner” was the score assumed by me, and to my children taught. They nodded, stating they were otherwise, but after we stopped trying … Continue reading →

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Being Me (Then)

Posted on December 12, 2019 by sputterpub

To tell the truth, I’ve had some lonely nights, an adolescence frustrating and long, a prime so stressed and busy that delights were interrupted, sacrificed to strong responsibilities, or else occurred but didn’t meet anticipation then. Oh there were dismal … Continue reading →

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Being Me (Now)

Posted on December 11, 2019 by sputterpub

I’ve met depression in my closest friends; I know it isn’t sadness but disease. I had to stretch to sense how gloom descends on them, and colonizes energies, while I appear to teem with neural wealth (my serotonin levels must … Continue reading →

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A Great Age

Posted on December 4, 2019 by sputterpub

The vet described my dog’s old age as “great” when she surpassed her breed’s expected span. He used the adjective to designate immensity instead of good or grand. Likewise your age is great at 94, although you seem to hate … Continue reading →

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Mostly (A Silent Reading)

Posted on November 26, 2019 by sputterpub

I feel too fortunate to list aloud the goods I have around me now I’m old: my little Berkeley cottage with its crowd of friendly skunks and possums, and the bold intelligence of crows; my offspring fledged to full careers, … Continue reading →

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Facials

Posted on November 20, 2019 by sputterpub

I don’t remember when I had my first exfoliating facial, but I learned the ravages of stress could be reversed (or maybe just delayed), the lines sunburned could be addressed if I reclined four hours a year and lent complexion … Continue reading →

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Pete’ll Eat It (3-Pete)

Posted on November 15, 2019 by sputterpub

My cousin was a sturdy fragile boy, sun-sensitive and dad-less in LA, who often visited. Then he’d enjoy our walks-and-talks, and time my father made for him – we welcomed him with love and board – we corresponded when apart … Continue reading →

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Re Pete

Posted on November 13, 2019 by sputterpub

The first defender of my poetry is dead. When I was young, my brothers shot at birds and rabbits in the scrub and scree behind the school. Their cruelty made me hot with indignation comforting to vent. My cousin, older, … Continue reading →

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Cuz (Pete)

Posted on November 11, 2019 by sputterpub

The grief engulfed me when I tried to speak. Of course I mourned your unexpected death, but as I talked my tears began to leak, informing me along with ragged breath. You weren’t young but weren’t ancient yet. You’d had … Continue reading →

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Guilty Pleasure

Posted on November 7, 2019 by sputterpub

I ought to read some history, acquire perspective that may help me comprehend this modern world’s complexity, or higher stuff like pure philosophy. I tend instead to gravitate to fiction’s world, and even there I rarely take a chance on … Continue reading →

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