Eight Days to Amish

No Paychecks . . . No Prospects . . . Always How one writer struggles to elevate from the hammock, overcome his God-given laziness and earn a living in a cruel world that insists he work. (The title of this blog is in no way aspirational or should be considered an endorsement of the Amish lifestyle)

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Showing posts with label Rachel Rodell. Show all posts
Friday, October 13, 2017

Echoes of loss: Missing Mom & Tom Petty

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(752 words) The admission will cause some to label me a real SOB, but I’m having trouble deciding who I’m missing more, my Mom or To...
Thursday, July 13, 2017

RIP Mom: Why feeling sad is so elusive

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(643 words) I woke up Saturday for the first time in my life without either a Mommy or a Daddy. I remember thinking I was glad I...
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Wednesday, July 5, 2017

Mom's fallen & may not get back up

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(676 words) I’ve been the primary care giver for my darling 84-year-old mother since 2010 when she first began exhibiting signs of m...
Thursday, June 2, 2016

Demented Mom's sweetness making me crazy

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(1,018 words) Being the primary care giver for an elderly dementia patient is like walking on a windy day with a beloved balloon...
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I'm the Latrobe, Pa., based author of "The Last Baby Boomer: The Story of the Ultimate Ghoul Pool," "Use All The Crayons! The Colorful Guide to Simple Human Happiness," and popular books about two Latrobe neighbors (Fred Rogers & Arnold Palmer). I'll write for anybody who'll pay me. I am a PROSEtitute
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