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The discovery of my new family.

I was adopted long ago, when I was 3 months old. At the time in Michigan, the adoption process is conducted with secrecy comparable to the Manhattan Project. I suspect the FBI might be able to crack the secrecy but... Continue Reading →

Yagate Kimi ni Naru (Bloom into You)

I've got to stop watching teenage romance anime. Seriously. It is amazing how easy it is to dredge up memories of 45 to 50 years ago. Bad memories I need my teenage romance to have other elements to distract me. Comedy.... Continue Reading →

My New Antidepressant (Very heartwarming!)

Since I have retired, I have gone back into substitute teaching. In California one must have a 4 years degree and have passed the CBEST. They'd like a sub to at least be able to match high school students' mastery... Continue Reading →

Utah Passes Free Range Parenting Law

This article is lifted directly from the New York Times, March 20, 2918, by Donna De La Cruz It is not a crime for parents to let their children play unsupervised in a park or walk home from school alone... Continue Reading →

The Heart Wants What the Heart Wants

I remember my days in high school with more than a little bitterness. My adolescence was in the late 60s and 70s. This was post sexual revolution. We can thank the pill, Playboy, and Helen Gurley Brown for that. ("Do"... Continue Reading →

Pain

How do you handle pain in your life? I handle it with a bit of Ibuprofen, a bit of Tylenol, an occasional Norco and a lot of acceptance. On long hikes, I handle it with distraction. (Hiking naked is a... Continue Reading →

Decisions, yet again.

What makes a decision for change important to me in the sense that I consider it life changing? Well, first it has to be a real thought-out choice. One gets up and goes to work. Yes, that is a "choice" but it... Continue Reading →

Out of the closet and into the frying pan?

I've been some kind of nudie as far back as my earliest vague memories. I don't know why. My home was in the land of the Church of God, cold winters, moderate summers and vast clouds of mosquitoes. My naked places were... Continue Reading →

Don’t Mess With Grandpa

I'm getting older. There is far more sand in the bottom of my hourglass than the top. I don't need a calendar to tell me this. I know it in my body.

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