Author: FreeCrone

Times Change

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It was the jiggle that caught my attention. Not the perfectly executed front snap kick, nor the full force back fist, no, no, it was the punch-jiggle, kick-jiggle, and after a resounding KIAI, the mortifying chin-jiggle that grabbed my attention like a leak in a rain boot does. Ugh. It was a long hour. It has been a long Spring too. Perfect for gardening. Ideal for cherry pie picnics on green lawns. A Spring that […]

Direct Impact

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I enjoy experimenting with writing. As part of spring-cleaning my computer files, you know: e-mails, photos, word documents from years back, I came upon a piece I wrote in the spring of 2014. It feels awkward to post this “non blog” sort of writing. It feels risky, too intimate, for a blog. Still, I’m doing it. Tossing it out, so to speak. Some time ago, once, once I heard or read or was told, exactly […]

This Year’s Resolution.

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Well, whack-of-wonders…decades later I’m heading back to the Dojo. What in the world am I thinking!? Age has added a blur to more than my vision but I’m pretty sure I began training in Coung Nhu Karate twenty six years ago, when my son was eight. He had watched The Karate Kid on VHS and began practicing chops that very night. In the morning he started a relentless campaign for official training. Averse to the […]

In the Course of Human Events.

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Finally, July. Blueberry pie and before that stubby cobs of bi-colored corn. You wear seersucker shorts, gobs of lotion, lake-water skin. Fireflies tickle ankles Blue tongues come out laughing Every year I mean to put up peaches, fly the flag, let the screen door bang behind me as I rush to meet you. Lj/2013 I remember being held high by my father, the back of my head resting on his shoulder, secure in his strength. […]

Sixty and One/Half

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Sweet sugar-daddy! I read some good news this morning: sugar reduces cortisol levels in the blood stream. No surprise. Sweet things have always made me feel good. Birdsong is sweet. Talking to children is sweet. The gaze of a newborn is super sweet.  My dog, digging a hole in my carpet…not at all sweet.  But, my new lipstick (Maple, by Laura Mercier) is kissy-sweet. I’ve been listening to Songs From The Fog, a compilation of nine […]

Affaires de Coeur

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I have a fascination for true stories of love-gone-wrong. The more gruesomely gone wrong, the more horrid and appalling, the more likely I am to latch onto the tale and try to understand it. What happened? What caused love, that primordial flutter, to flit from joy to anguish? The  saga of Enrique Zambrano is one of my all time favorites. Mr.Z was a regular guy. He had a devoted wife. He had two bright kids […]

this little piggy

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I’m of two feet when it comes to the whole pedicure-thing. Improbably, I’d never had a pedicure until a few weeks back when I let the Shaman talk me into it. “You’re sixty,” she said, “It’s time. On the one foot: I have always been uncomfortable with people touching my feet. This aversion probably started at birth when Nurse Callous grabbed them, inked them, pressed them hard onto a paper to create an imprint of […]

A Very Sixty Christmas.

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Last week I decided to get a Christmas tree. I walked over  to the pop-up tree-lot  a couple blocks from my house and bought a small one fresh off the truck. I suppose this is the urban equivalent of going into the woods and chopping it yourself. I carried the scraggly  fir home and set it up smack in the middle of my living room. It looks okay and smells pretty good. Out of some […]

Just because I said, “I do,” doesn’t necessarily mean “I will.”

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What seems like suddenly: I’m half of an old married couple. Random people, and even those who know us, make all kinds of assumptions about our many, many years of marriage. Some are convinced we’ve been miserable from day one. Others, influenced by fairytales or drugs, fantasize decade after decade…after decade of bliss. Once, a college kid sitting behind us on BART interrupted our bickering, (something about how my husband wears shulb-shoes knowing full well […]

Beneath My Clothes.

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I woke feeling fine, normal, glad for the day. Glad to have the BART ride and bus ride, scenic  walk and eventual arrival on Mars for a meet-up with my pen pals in front of me. Yes, I woke on the verge of fulfillment; a feeling similar to opening an envelope when you know it contains a check with your name on it. I didn’t realize “it”  was happening until my second change of shoes. […]