Small Moments of Great Reward

Thoughts from a just-turned-70 individual living a richly textured life in Delaware, Ohio.

Sunday, September 27, 2015

Inch Eighty-Three: Road Trips

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I have been road tripping all over the continent this month: out to Portland, Oregon; Portland, Oregon to Rochester, Minnesota; Rochester, M...
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Tuesday, September 15, 2015

Inch Eighty-Two: The Death & Dying Poetry Club

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I am still away. On my return trip, I will stop at the Mayo Clinic, where I first went in June. In addition to this blog, I also write a m...
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Monday, September 7, 2015

Inch Eighty-One: The 500th Post

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This is my 500th post since starting this blog in 2009. At the rate I am now writing (approximately one post a week), it would take me almos...
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Tuesday, September 1, 2015

Inch Eighty: Oliver Sacks

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Oliver Sacks, 1933-2015 Dr. Oliver Sacks, the renowned neurologist and author, died last Sunday. He had announced his terminal cancer ...
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Friday, August 28, 2015

Inch Seventy-Nine: Learning to Conserve

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Conserve. My battered red Webster's New Collegiate Dictionary tell me the word means to "keep in a safe and sound state, [especia...
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Saturday, August 22, 2015

Inch Seventy-Eight: Farmers Market

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We have an active and thriving Farmers Market in our downtown, Wednesday afternoon and Saturday mornings. You can buy jams, jellies, loca...
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Friday, August 21, 2015

Inch Seventy-Seven: Small Wonders

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This is what I call a Maine morning: chill and dewy in the early hours, warming with a bright but not overbearing sun now that it is almost ...
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Delaware, Ohio
Just turned 70, living in my hometown and plugged into my community in ways I never expected when I shook the dust of this place off my feet over 50 years ago. After receiving a one-way ticket to Cancerland in 2004, I got an immediate Life Lesson in what is important. Many, many Life Lessons later, I am still around, now very happily married to the guy I first loved when I was 16 and he was 18 (only he didn’t get it back then). Every day for me is a gift, filled with small moments of great reward.
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