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Not the Most Romantic
It hits in places and misses others but it’s there for my wife when she is thinking of me when I’m not here.
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Is Heaven Real
The images are the family and others that I have lost along the way and it’s a real revelation of my heart.
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She Cries Easy
I wrote this about a friend in recovery as she shared in a meeting.
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Let Hope Fall Down Like Rain
I have had songs write me, they just come to me from somewhere and I have been lucky enough to write a few of them down over the years.
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Shoes
I commend you all for your strength of purpose, and your desire to continue.
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Gratefully Different
I don’t know how this recovery is going to go as things are challenging, but I intend to make sure folks know how much they mean to me.
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Chances Are
I get a chance to finish up a few things, to close out on a better note and leave a few more thoughts and things passed down on this blog of mine.
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Defeated by Our Echoes
What I found surprised me and at the same time reinforced my belief that our story will never change until We make it change.
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The Other AI
The thing that I have noticed more and more is not the positions people take on AI, but how they go about getting those positions.
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Reimagining
This will be my hospice of hope, where the dreams continue to come alive even as I am fading.
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Just Sad
I lost my muse, my best friend in Hobbes my cat. He was the animal I most bonded with in my lifetime, and a kind soul that made me a better man.
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The Memory Miles
Like so much of the past it just disappears and floats away to become shelf fodder at the local thrift store
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The Medusa Effect
“The routines shorten and the droning of life becomes as loud as the bad tinnitus that keeps you up at night.”
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The Welcome Rain
Hobbes came to us through the ultimate grapevine, our back porch at a large apartment complex.
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Cornerstones
It’s sad in hindsight because now the pace of life is faster than I find comfortable with at all.
Tempests Follow
Acts and thoughts of the common man and his best friend Hobbes the Cat.
To write to me is to explore, from the very top to the deepest core. That part human sometimes unseen. Compiled of the many things, that show themselves in acts and words. Such as kindness that is returned. So take to heart one soul am I, though heartfelt are these words of mine; To approve or accept not, is yours, like mine… Simply a thought.
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Exploring the sociology of AI’s introduction to the masses—how people encounter it, make sense of it, and weave it into everyday life.
