Category: aging
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Rebirth
A house I love is coming down. i saw the fence around it today, the dumpster in the driveway, equipment ready nearby, and signs on the front lawn foretelling the inevitable. It’s a charming house. Ivy covered brick Tudor, with lannon stone steps, gracefully arched roof lines and dormers that…
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Care
I will try to be brief, as my time is in short supply these days. I had not intended to post, and considered letting this blog lapse, but a couple of things have been sticking me, like an itch that isn’t easily reached. If you have been thrust into the…
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Floor, Please….
I lived in a building with one of these. It was old and dusty, its exterior unassuming, the interior suggestive of grander days, with its marble floors and winding staircase, high ceilings, and apartments with parquet floors. It was on a side street across from the Budapest Opera House, and…
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Rowing Home
That sultry day,summer’s waning light,its grasp weary,anticipated death. I didn’t know it at the time,but watched you melting in its haze,thoughtful, with your oars,each fading cell a ghost on rolling glass,hushed waves. No sorrow in your silence,you seemed content to sway,and drift to shore,a thousand miles away. ©2025
