Tag Archives: Freedom

I Am Not Like Other Men

Betwixt my mother and my father there was no domestic violence. My mother was not a rebel and my father was the unchallenged head of our household (as recognized in the Population Schedule of the Census). My father’s word was … Continue reading

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Addiction

In the understanding and comprehension of an issue it sometimes helps to analyze or decompress a term or expression. Addiction is one such term. The prefix “ad” or “add” is simple enough to understand: A + B = C: but … Continue reading

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A Bit of Motherly Advice

A good mother protects her children and admonishes them frequently about this and that, and all of those things that may be harmful to them. I will not list them here. But have you never heard the sage advice: “Beware … Continue reading

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Labor Day

You don’t get the day off – you take it.

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The Pressure Cooker

The Boston Marathon Bombing got me to thinking about the pressure cooker my mother used when I was a child. She used it quite often for canning vegetables and preparing whole meals. She could take cheap cuts of meat and … Continue reading

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Freedom

A child died not long ago. It doesn’t matter which child exactly, as these tragedies happen, woefully, quite regularly, every few days or perhaps even hours. She was only three. In a flash of absolute freedom she dashed into the … Continue reading

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