Poetry

Something my father wrote

2019/10/20 — Leave a comment

Tomorrow would have been my father’s 88th birthday. The following is something he wrote in September 1998, apparently for one of the classes he was taking to get his massage therapist license. (Though he never did massage as anything other than a side gig—he was an attorney—he continued to take courses on subjects related to massage and healing until his health began to decline.) I have made a couple rounds of copy edits to fix small stuff and enhance readability.
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My version of late night shopping (a poem)

2019/10/18 — Leave a comment

Among the things I’m looking to replace are the refrigerator and the living room furniture. I also figure I should get a carpet cleaner, so I can go at my own pace, rather than hiring somebody to do it and having to empty entire rooms all at once. (Not to mention that if I’m not going to replace the carpet right away, I should at least make sure it’s clean.)
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