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Long Stories Short
Short versions of long stories. Some are sad; some are humorous; all are true.
Friday, June 20, 2025
Saturday, September 14, 2024
Surviving the storms of life
I found an old bucket in the woods and planted a mum in it. Over the years, the roots of this plant have been buried under snow, frozen in subzero temperatures, covered with ice and pummelled with rain. Yet, every spring, I see bits of green peeking through the soil, and it grows and thrives.
Last year it was leggy and about four-feet tall but still pretty and loaded with yellow blooms. This year, my beloved gave it some attention by pinching it back, and it is more beautiful than ever.
This flower is resilient; it perseveres; it survives every storm, no matter how severe, and comes out smelling like a mum. I want to be like this flower. I want to survive the storms, and after they pass over, I want to bloom again. I am not quite there yet, but maybe I will be, someday.
Sunday, June 02, 2024
Social media isn't social: A Goodreads experience gone bad
I thought it might be fun to poke around on Goodreads where I could see reviews of potential good reads, and if the notion strikes, I could even share my thoughts about particular authors and their works. It seemed like a great idea, so I created a Goodreads account.
A few days later, I signed in, or attempted to, and received the following unfriendly message:
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I found an old bucket in the woods and planted a mum in it. Over the years, the roots of this plant have been buried under snow, froz...
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When we lived in Oak Ridge many years ago, a tree in our yard fell down but not all the way. It wedged into another tree and needed c...
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After traveling down some back roads and winding through the hills of Virginia, we began climbing a mountain, leaning into one hairpin...