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A life, my father’s

Well, how do you like them apples? After an afternoon peppered with beyond-frustrating experiences trying to get my deceased father's Verizon accounts squared up (including numerous calls that ended up in voicemail-option loophole-hell,…

One more day

I've come to understand I'm a seasonal person, and I have a seasonal personality. Today, as I attempt to keep at bay a fatigue that's making me want to buckle at the knees, I…

Two little birds

I was at the little blue house (the LBH, that's what my siblings and I call my dads' home) much of today. Some folks came by to pick up some claimed bookshelves. We…

Supported

Incredibly weepy this morning when I was helping my mom put up her Christmas tree today. Not like I have lots of sweet, easily recalled, Hollywood-like memories of my dad at Christmas. (My…

Thankful

Today was the day. It made the most sense. My sister was in town from the Bay Area; it was an easy day for my brother to come into Columbia; and, well, it just…

My dad died

Yeah, my dad died. Wow, was that ever a surprise. I mean, I knew and could see he was rapidly becoming more frail and winded, and I knew for as much as he wanted…

A true gentleman

There is a gentle man who comes through the neighborhood where I live. He does this each year, in the fall, like clockwork, offering to clean leaves out of gutters and to do…

He’s got a gal

One of my Uber Chronicles stories. Next up, I’m wandering through a mess of a mall parking lot trying to find my rider. My GPS is telling me to turn right,…