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Why I Write…
When I started my personal story blog website, my writing was a therapeutic exercise to reconcile with everything going on in my world at that time. After surviving a Widow Maker Heart Attack that for most people is fatal, and as part of my overall recovery, I sought out therapeutic support to help me resolve…
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Lunch At The Bunny’s Place…
Well, my birthday party this year was awesome. And after the party I now have more new friends and a new best friend. I think that this is the time in my life when I discovered what a best friend is and what an inseparable bond feels like. In life, you only get so many…
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A New Friend…
We are all moved in now. From what I remember, my clothing selection was small and not well suited for the desert heat. I did have some shorts and T-shirts, and a bathing suit which was basically an old pair of shorts. It was my first full day in this new place. My mom was…
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Going West…
For some reason we quickly moved out of our house in the later part of the summer in 1964. This was just before my 9th birthday. And I do not know why. Our moving journey was by car, and I think it was in a station wagon because of its size. I do not remember…
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My Young Body…
From what I remember, my friend’s older brother, who was only a few years older than me I think, took an interest in me, and I felt his interest was a special one. One day he asked me to go to the woods with him. He had always been nice to me and his younger…








