Tag: writing
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I learned a lot on that job
I always liked the way he looked. He was the big boss on the job site. He only spoke to me once or twice. But I remember how he seemed so put together, and it surprised me because it was such heavy work and everyone was dusty and dirty. But his blue jeans fit him…
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Houston and the Authentic Voice
In the 70’s, Houston was a boomtown. That’s why my family moved there. We moved in the summer before my sixth grade. Maybe nobody cares about this. But I care about it. It’s a story that I remember. So, I’m just telling stories here. That’s what much of our thinking is, isn’t it? Our thoughts…
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The Dragon
I was standing by the kitchen counter talking on the phone. It was one of those old phones, you know, the kind that was attached to the wall. It was our kitchen phone. It had a long cord so you could walk around with it. I was talking on the phone to a man in…
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Writing as meditation
Words are only words. And each word is constructed from letters. Fingers type letters into a keyboard. What is this? How amazing that this happens! I suppose there are people who read these posts. I wonder why. Do they read these posts and “like” them because they are hoping that I will see the “like”…
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Snow Day
Today is a snow day. I want to write something. When I press the return button, I get a new line. And a new paragraph. This Word Press site does not type like a typewriter. It’s more like building a websit. Do I really want to continue using this? I have not written anything new…
Ed Gabrielsen 