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Chapter 8
At the gym I make it a practice not to respond to texts, emails, or phone calls. My phone’s only function is to listen to music or perhaps an audiobook. I do not understand why so many people at the gym practiced downward facing Apple (stretching while staring down at their screen) or spend an inordinate amount of time between reps on their screen texting or answering emails. Isn’t this a place where you go to get away from the grind. Besides, it is rude monopolizing floor space and machine time. You don’t own the equipment and there are better places to take selfie Continue reading
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The Green Flash
PiWhole Donuts is a very California bakery on Manhattan Blvd, in Manhattan Beach California. Started by a CalTech mathematician and her husband, it makes donuts that you will not find anywhere else. Which makes it exceedingly difficult for people such as me who have never been there before to decide about what to order. Their maple bacon bar looks amazing as does their “Thank You Very Much,” its tribute to Elvis, which combines bananas, bacon and peanut butter. Others such as their Black Hole (licorice filled) and Sacre Blue a blue cheese filled confection far less so. Continue reading
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I never take my cell phone to bed. Our electronic companions are the worst type of rabbit hole to fall into before going to sleep. A Facebook post that is so stupid, inane, or hateful you feel the need to respond. An email from a colleague that shits in your cornflakes. None of them help you fall asleep, and sleeping is not something at which I excel. I am the guy who gets up at two in the morning and instead of rolling over and falling back to sleep I try to solve the world’s and my own problems. I Continue reading
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Like almost all who had lived through that 9-11, and witnessed its horrors firsthand, we understood the importance of now. We discovered, over the course of one hour, that tomorrow is a wish that you may not be granted. Only today counted. Continue reading
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The protagonist stumbles upon a formidable statue in the jungle, and ponders the unpredictable consequences of war. Relaxing at a modest hotel, they reflect on their divorce and advise a friend to handle the situation with wisdom, not vengeance. As the sun sets, they consider their mother’s counsel and the fleeting nature of life. The complex emotions and challenges they face are woven into a narrative that reveals the depths of human relationships and the nuances of personal growth. Continue reading
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The post details a series of events involving the narrator’s friend, Conor, and his tumultuous marriage. After undergoing a hair procedure, Conor’s wife, Del, abruptly ends their marriage, leading to a messy confrontation and legal issues. The narrator seeks advice from his mother and reflects on the difference between being nice and being kind, ultimately resolving to support Conor despite the complex situation. The story highlights family relationships and moral dilemmas in challenging circumstances. Continue reading
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After moving back to his hometown to care for his widowed mother, Danny grapples with the pressures and conflicts of family life. Over dinner, his mother vents about politics, revealing their mutual passion for the world outside their home. As the conversation steers towards Conor and Delilah, their complex marriage and potential alcoholism come to light. Despite his desire to intervene, Danny grapples with the consequences of getting involved. Suddenly, a call from Conor reveals a shocking turn of events: Delilah has left him. Continue reading
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he women at my home gym were pikers compared to the ladies who were power walking along Manhattan Beach’s esplanade. These were, at least according to my friend Lani who lived in town, the 2nd and 3rd wives of the ultra-wealthy who lived in town. Like professional athletes who consider their bodies their money makers they hired a slew of support personnel such as physical trainers, dieticians, and Dr’s to maintain themselves in the peak of physical perfection. It was truly a sight to see these examples of physical perfection, many of them surgically enhanced, speed walking along in sports bra and tights, trying to expend enough calories so perhaps they could have a cup of broth for lunch Continue reading
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My parents’ attic is full of ghosts.
Or so I think when shortly after my mother death I enter the attic of my parent’ house where they have lived for over a half century. Continue reading
The Green Flash
Like Maui I tried to be a good son. But while he was successful in his effort to make the days longer for his mother, I am haunted by my failure. The months of isolation have only served to make me more comfortable with my ghosts, not quiet them. Which is why I call her every day. I know she is no longer here. That doesn’t mean she is not listening. And calling is what dutiful sons do even when you know your mother won’t answer. And perhaps, just perhaps, one day she will answer and let me know I am forgiven for leaving her alone. Continue reading