Author Archives: sputterpub

Squirrels

This winter weather isn’t normal here. I state that not to argue or complain. The other coast, the other hemisphere have got it worse, but we’re bereft of rain. The squirrels race around like early spring. Mid-January hummingbirds abound. Oxalis … Continue reading

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Baby Eyes

Are infants wise until they learn to speak? Can children see the goodness in our souls as well as the reverse? When grownups seek to gauge companions, have they lost controls that served them well before they thought at length? … Continue reading

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Recordkeeping

I changed my voicemail greeting every day. It centered me, and let my callers know if I was likely to be reached that way, until last year. I bid the custom go, retiring. Still, I kept a calendar on paper: … Continue reading

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Weird Place, Weird Time

A splash of sunshine on a wooden floor, a leafless tree with sparrows on its limbs, a cloud-white teasing sky that should hold more of rain for us, but winter storms are flim- sy here – so far this year … Continue reading

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Because We Failed to Act Like We Took it Seriously

A year ago, or once upon a time, a race was won by an incompetent. Exhibiting no quality a prime executive must own, belligerent, bombastic and unsure, his victory surprised his own supporters even more than how it rocked the … Continue reading

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Inheritance

My father was a man of discipline. He understood campaigns. Each strategy was vascular, protected by a skin composed of tactics fighting entropy. So Dad was firm but fearful of routine; he didn’t want to live as habit’s troll. Each … Continue reading

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One More

A fortnight after Christmas, it’s my turn. Exactly one week after New Year’s day, I can’t avoid my birthday. Sure I yearn for youthful vigor, and I loathe the lay of lines around my mouth and squinting eyes, but passion … Continue reading

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