Driving Miss Nina
Mom was eating a personal-pan-pizza I bought her for lunch when she made her big announcement. She said she wasn’t going to drive much...
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hooleydd
Oct 22, 20193 min read
My Little Singing Problem
My son John is tall and handsome. Smart too. Lest you think I’m just a biased mother, I’m also going to say that John is so tone deaf...
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hooleydd
Oct 15, 20193 min read
These Kids! Warning: the Generation Gap Lives!
(Who are the Millennials? Why do techy people like nature? How did fighting with our parents’ generation make us better?) “They may not...
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hooleydd
Oct 2, 20193 min read
I’m Going Back to the Plough
Before the coronavirus raised its ugly head and scared everyone away from the city, I lived there part-time while I taught at a local...
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hooleydd
Sep 24, 20193 min read
Marijuana
“Oh,” I laughed nervously, “I think I’ll pass”. My date, a thin hairy guy, reached across me to give the bong to the person sitting on...
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hooleydd
Aug 13, 20192 min read
The Job of My Dreams
“No you didn’t,” I took a sip of my hot coffee. “You snored all night.” “That wasn’t a snore. That was me grunting, trying to keep up...
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hooleydd
Jul 30, 20192 min read
The Trip to Sun Valley
Maybe my fondness for this book’s title has to do with the fact that I once was an easterner. Like many transplants, I lived other...
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hooleydd
Jul 16, 20193 min read
A lesson from my husband . . .
What’s so great about mindfulness? It seems like almost every day I see an article online or in my news feed that has something to do...
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hooleydd
Jun 25, 20192 min read
Becoming a Hindu
We might know our height and weight, even our blood cholesterol levels, but do we know our life stage? Or do we even care? In my late...
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hooleydd
Jun 18, 20192 min read
Country music is great for everyone, even dogs . . .
It’s good to remember in times like these that life will go on after this viral pandemic is through. It might be a different life, but...
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hooleydd
Jun 4, 20192 min read
In the hospital . . .
Jack, a tall, slim nurse, probably close to thirty, tapped the veins in my mother’s arm looking for a good one to attach an IV. Though...
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hooleydd
May 14, 20193 min read
The Veteran’s Cemetery
I’ve always found cemeteries interesting. The first time I went to Europe I lost my passport wandering in a cemetery outside Exincourt, a...
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hooleydd
Apr 23, 20193 min read
Splendor in the Grass
“Hey!” I holler across to them. “Don’t you guys know you can only go barefoot on months that don’t have the letter “R” in their name? ...
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hooleydd
Feb 11, 20192 min read
Freedom is Coming
But I’ve had other songs stuck in my head before. For a few years, at odd moments, like when I was boiling eggs or sorting through my...
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hooleydd
Dec 31, 20182 min read
Happy New Year! Our Pipes Burst! (essay)
While I was dusting the rental house, control though, suddenly became a big problem. I heard a loud thud upstairs followed by my husband...
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hooleydd
Nov 24, 20183 min read
Wes is Dying
Wes is Dying My father-in-law Wes, is 97 year old and dying. It’s time and maybe, past time. He was born in November of 1921, three years...
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hooleydd
Oct 14, 20183 min read
Remembering Niagara Falls
I’d never been to Niagara Falls but I’ve been to Shoshone Falls, and how different could they be anyway? Shoshone Falls is spectacular...
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hooleydd
Sep 19, 20182 min read
Home Work: Nothing to Grumble About
Since Covid-19, some people enjoy the variety of working from home. They feel better about the “drudgery factor” related to their daily...
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hooleydd
Sep 13, 20183 min read
How Are Your Alpha Waves?
My adult son, John, came home for a visit and told me, “Ignore anything I say that sounds off—it’s my suppressed-narcissistic-rage...
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hooleydd
Aug 16, 20184 min read
Hey Teacher! Leave Those Kids Alone!
In 1960 my second-grade teacher was an older woman named Mrs. Peterson. Sometimes she’d stand over me as I worked at my desk and pat my...
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