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The only person I know in my age group who does not own a computer also does not use a cell phone, cannot figure out how to operate the ground positioning system (GPS) in his car, doesn't understand fax machines and has trouble setting the controls on his clock radio.
It was a few days before New Year's Eve and a full moon dangled over the horizon of the Santa Monica Mountains like a golden pendant on a beautiful woman.
It's 2014, and everything on my poor old body is hurting.
My wife, the sentimental Cinelli, has a tendency to save and I have a tendency to discard, and we are on the brink of a possession crisis.
They treat me like their wayward son, bringing me carrots and fruit to keep me healthy and cookies to keep me happy. In turn, I give them cheese and crackers and bottled water, joke with them, laugh with them and love them all like a favorite grandmother. Does this sound like a serious writing…
I didn't know Jenni Rivera and had never heard any of her recordings until a few days ago, but the image of her last smile is going to haunt me for a long time.
We are expanding our household by 5. That is not to say that Cinelli is bearing miracle quintuplets at age 83 or that we are adopting five children. What we're doing is inviting our family in.
The author James Barrie, whose works include the memorable Peter Pan, once wrote, "God gave us memory so that we might have roses in December."
We used to say that when I retired we would sell the house, store our furniture, buy a camper and hit the road.
She came to work one Friday afternoon glowing with the intensity of sunlight.