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Two Lines on Coping
I've never been good at letting things go.
I'm of the mind that problems can be "embraced away."
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Smoke 'em if You Got 'em
Admittedly, it is an odd thing to light up a cheap cigar on the eve of a funeral for a woman who died of cancer. The irony alone is almost worth the experience, even though that is not at all why I partook in the vice this evening. Instead, I was after peace of mind, an unquestionable value however elusive it may be. Paradoxically, It's the kind of ( Read more... ) -
Seeing Ghosts
The church was crawling with ghosts, which was fitting considering it was a wake. Not spirits of the interred, though, these ghosts were of the living, breathing variety: the ones from my past, manifesting themselves as older incarnations of long lost friends.
It was strange seeing these people from my past - the Pat McCormallys and Matt Johnstons ( Read more... ) -
Two Lines on Unrequited Love
I'm sick of it feeling perfect.
And sicker still that I'm the only one that thinks so.
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Eileen Sweeney, In Memoriam
It was almost a decade ago that Eileen Sweeney, the mother of my childhood classmate and one of My Mom's dearest friends, was diagnosed with breast cancer. Ten years she fought the beast at a cost of two radical mastectomies and, more recently, a series of brain surgeries after her cancer opened a new front in the war. Eileen fought valiantly - ( Read more... ) -
Moving On
I'm coming home.
There, I said it. After something of a rough and tumble two years in a war-torn, Third World country, I've decided that I miss my family, friends, and Washington Redskins too much to be so far away for another year. Friday night - assuming cooperation from Customs officials at JFK - I'll be back in the muggy climes of Our Nation's ( Read more... ) -
Two Lines on Saying Goodbye
I know there are good reasons we do it,
But saying goodbye is still awfully tough on the soul.
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A Reading from the Gospel According to John
This was the gospel reading from Mass yesterday. I read it no less than three times to myself, fighting off more and more tears each time.
“I have made your name known to those whom you gave me from the world. They were yours, and you gave them to me, and they have kept your word. Now they know that everything you have given me is from you; for the ( Read more... ) -
Signs of the Times
I believe in signs. Granted, I am terrible at interpreting them and tend to recognize them better in hindsight, but at least I'm open to the nameless, faceless voice of fate. It's a start. Very much in the throes of my pending "stay or go" decision - which has graduated to full-fledged dilemma status at this point - I am trying even harder to stay ( Read more... ) -
Two Lines on Forbidden Fruit
I tell myself it'd be different if I was just a little younger.
Yeah, I'd be in pursuit and she'd wish I wasn't.
Cross-posted in 2_lines.