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My Silent Voice ...

Would be silent a little longer. I had brought a black suit and a white blouse. I had a pair of closed toe black shoes with low heels. I looked at the shoes and knew they were going to hurt my feet about an hour after putting them on. I’d have to wait until the very last moment before putting them on. I looked out the window of the hotel room and hoped it would be only a mildly hot and humid day. It was still early morning. But it was June in Arlington, Virginia. This was going to be a very long day. Arlington National Cemetery is a beautiful and moving place. And, if you have never seen a full military honors funeral in person, it might be something to arrange to see. Pictures of the

The Scar Enveloped My Left Forearm … Forever ...

At four and half years old, I was still living with my Obaachan in the little apartment in Chofu, Japan. Adjacent to the kitchen area was a living/bedroom area with a tatami floor where I spent my evenings after dinner and before the futons were laid out for bed. In winter, when it was cold and damp, a heater stood in the middle of the room on which sat a water kettle filled with water. By the time dinner was done, the water in the kettle was boiling and steam was coming out from the spout. In that room, on the wall opposite the kitchen, was a small black and white television on a stand. On the side closest to the kitchen sat my high chair … not a “highchair” exactly, just a chair that

A Standup Paddleboard, a Paddle and Me ... in the Race from Hell ...

In June 2009, a friend of mine introduced me to standup paddleboarding. The sport was still relatively new everywhere. I had paddled maybe 3 or 4 times, about an hour each over a 2-week period. I could stand, paddle for about 20 minutes, rest, and paddle back. In early July, I signed up for my first standup paddleboard race on Lake Tahoe, "The Jam," a 6-mile race from the North Shore to Tahoe City. I thought it would be FUN. I showed up at the race start site early that Saturday morning. The winds were howling and had been blowing during the night. The Coast Guard reported three to four foot waves out on the lake. It was cold. I heard chatter among those in charge that the race shoul

I love my life and lifestyle but it wasn't always this way ... 

 

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