June 2012

Grateful 27

I have what borders on a mild phobia when it comes to having my photo taken. Fine if I’m wearing sunglasses and a hat –

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Grateful 28

Yuk. Raw fish! How could you? Back in the days when I was living in Valdez, Alaska, I would fly to Anchorage for meetings and

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Johnny Valiant

Three hundred and seventy verses, 1480 lines, make for one hell of a long poem. But I read them all, cover to cover, the first

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Grateful 29

I have been having the strangest dreams lately. One night, I was trapped in a huge old building and the only way out was through

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Shaken not stirred

‘Wear a good bra’, she said seriously. ‘It’s the hév‘, I thought, ‘how bad can it be?’ One hour and fifteen minutes later, I was

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Grateful 30

I was born Irish and I’ll die Irish. My nationality is something I used to take for granted. Being Irish wasn’t an issue. It simply

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