A Mere Cutout of Oneself

I see the cardboard cutout of a girl on my run this morning. Her name is Sophia.  These decorated cutouts, around San Antonio, are part of a campaign to create awareness of children who often go unnoticed to abuse. I remember long ago a cutout of a boy who sat next to me in a…

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Scratching the Surface

Sitting here this morning, tidying up this blog site as one does when one doesn’t want to actually work on writing something of significance, I notice a couple of drafts that never made it to publication–from August, 2018. One particular writing had to do with doors; my first post back from hibernation had to do with…

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