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May.18.2013
I remember when Father's Day was a more sober day, a day when spouses and children considered the gift their fathers had given them in shaping their lives for the best. To express appreciation for a moral duty successfully and lovingly performed, children and spouses gave gifts to their fathers....
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May.13.2013
My fourth ex-wife maintains blogs that document contemporaneous moments in her life. Reviewing her previous posts, I come to a period when, as she did in one of her books, she speaks fondly of me. It is then, with a chill, I experience being ex facto post: a vital reality, gutted of meaning...
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Jan.20.2013
Even though children were murdered at Sandy Hook elementary school in Newtown, Connecticut, the total lack of any journalistic standards in the American news media and the crass opportunism of fools on both sides of the gun control issue, conspired to produce The Standard Circus. In...
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Dec.27.2012
There was a time when the New Year celebration was only about calendars. As the clock approached midnight—there was no dropping ball in those days—you had the irresistible urge to hold on to the current year. You wanted to resist the inexorable wave of time washing away forever something...
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Oct.26.2012
When I was a kid, going broke was caused by bad luck, bad choices, or bad habits. Now days, it happens by good luck, good choices, and good habits. I know because it happened to me.
Here’s how it works. First, be a working-class child from a broken home. Then, without therapy or support...
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Oct.25.2012
They have been married so long they barely remember the good times. Now, they haunt the untidy gravel lot hidden behind neglected commercial buildings on the outskirts of town and try to ignore the present. Blasted by freezing winds, they scour dilapidated cardboard boxes, seeking some...
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Oct.25.2012
You know the drill: she wants you out of the house and you don’t have a chance in court. Courts don’t put the wife out of the house–the husband always goes curbside.
The problem is, his kids are still inside and, since the day they were born, he has been a vital emotional force in their...
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Sep.25.2012
I am old enough to remember a time in American society when there was no question about what it meant to be a mother and no one would have been foolish enough to read a book on parenting. Being a mother in that more sane era meant first being a wife, then birthing a child and, together with your...
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Sep.25.2012
I remember a time when summer was so loved in American culture that it was not ruled by The All Mighty School Year. The start of summer was simple: as soon as it was still light after supper, it was summer because you could be excused from the table to go outside and play. Summer ended the...
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Sep.25.2012
The massacre that tore its way into the steel heart of Manhattan, into the fortress Pentagon, and into a broad meadow in Pennsylvania—savagely ending the lives of two thousand nine hundred seventy seven innocents in agonizing moments of hellish terror and torture—did not splash the first...
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Sep.21.2012
I remember a sparkling time that used to exist in American society when I was a boy but disappeared when I went to war. This time of spirit began about two weeks after Thanksgiving. A holly wreath would suddenly appear on the aluminum-foil-covered front door of a neighbor’s house. The mailman would...
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Sep.20.2012
My mother died on Christmas Eve many years ago. I sometimes think of her on Mothers Day, but not in the usual way. I wonder how my life might have been different if my mother had actually loved me. She never knew that I had learned the reason she only gave her love to her first child. That first...
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Sep.20.2012
I remember a time when no one thought of Halloween until at least a week after Columbus Day. As the Pinta, Nina and the Santa Maria vanished from classroom walls, the orange, black and yellow construction paper rose to the top of the stack in the teacher’s closet. Bulletin boards in the school...
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Sep.19.2012
My fourth ex-wife recently sold the house we lived in on Wetherwood Street and moved to Savannah. For her, this simple act was a triumph. She was able to sell it because our divorce had gotten rid of me and given her full title to the attractive new house, on the corner of New Hope Road and...
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Sep.11.2012
It wasn’t even a tragedy. In an instant, in 1974, I became a highway statistic. “Man On Dirt Bike Hit Head-on Dies On Operating Table” would have been the headline if I mattered. I died for nothing.
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"Love is the only truly precious thing we humans have."
Michael Warren”
—The Estrangement Of The Rain God, second edition
About Michael
I am the author of the novel, THE ESTRANGEMENT OF THE RAIN GOD.
You can learn more about my writing at www.Tiliks.com.
I survived my service in the Vietnam War as a Naval Intelligence counterintelligence operative. I didn't get killed until I came back home....
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