Eu with a gene

I would love to have been a fly on the wall as my parents deliberated over the choice of my given name.  As far as I know it wasn’t derived from some cherished family namesake, famous war hero, or celebrity — it was just a name.

Where Has It Gone?

 

As I watched the flickering red light vanish down the track an aura of melancholy filled the air. Kind of odd but somehow I felt cheated, much like the sensation one gets after foraging through a box of Cracker Jack and discovering it has no prize inside.  The scene conveyed more than just the end of a passing freight train, it brought to mind the demise of an indelible feature of the American landscape.

Changing Winds

I want to resist, but it hounds me like a personal injury lawyer with an Amway franchise. 

Soup?

Monday mornings would find Mom stationed at her Kenmore wringer washing machine.

Tick Tock

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Had I only realized, I would have spent more time with them. I would have asked more questions about their lives and experiences. Now I’m left wanting to know so much more. What was I thinking?

Happiness

Do we find happiness somewhere else or do we bring it with us?

The Winter Solstice Festival of Fat

You know…maybe it’s not my fault. Looking back over the years I realize that this has been a repeating pattern, set in motion every November first and runs all the way through January second.