When it comes to war, no one is a winner.  A few years ago on Memorial Day, I wanted some alone time and found myself walking through a neighborhood open space. Our area had been hit by a devastating storm, and I observed the damage that 80-120 mph winds can do. To quote an over-used cliché, it looked like a war zone.  I wrote this poem when I returned from my…

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This morning I began to analyze a behavior I’ve had for years while working my morning puzzles.  I like the letters on the crosswords to be the same size and shape.  If one is not, I erase it and “correct” it, as if it were wrong.  With Sudoku, I like the numbers I put in the squares to be the same size as the numbers already printed—and the same distance…

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A professional writer is an amateur who didn’t quit. — Richard Bach I once spoke of writing as my “hobby,” but years ago I made a decision to consider myself a professional writer. I ordered letterhead, joined two writers’ organizations, and set aside three hours each day for uninterrupted writing. Three hours is a long time to glue my seat to a chair while knowing full well the world probably…

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