Rusty Ring

Reflections of an Old-Timey Hermit

Showing posts with label Growing Up Home. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Growing Up Home. Show all posts
Thursday, 13 April 2017

Pale Green Pants With Anatta Inside

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When my brother and I were four and five, we were obsessed with the Dr. Suess poem What Was I Scared Of? , better known to adherents as ...
Thursday, 1 December 2016

How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love Being Wrong

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One of the best pieces of advice I ever got came from my dad. I was in high school, and on the horns of some dilemma. For some reason,...
Thursday, 17 November 2016

Tough Love

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Once, when I was in Grade 2, my teacher had all of us save our milk carton from lunch. Afterward we folded it into a flower pot, filled i...
Thursday, 18 December 2014

1973: The Dark Christmas

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This Christmas I'm remembering a December 41 years ago, when the one-two punch of an OPEC oil embargo and a dry summer in my hydro...
Saturday, 17 March 2012

Works in Progress

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I'm currently writing three books, any one of which is likely to show up on this blog from time to time. For the benefit of readers ...
Friday, 13 May 2011

Monsters

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Night filled me with dread. That the world turned black, leaving windows like sheets of obsidian against which my little brother'...
Thursday, 24 March 2011

Growing Up Home: Swimming Lessons

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My nephew fishes in the lake I grew up on (The following is adapted from Growing Up Home , a manuscript of tales from my youth.) ...
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I devoted my life to Zen practice many years ago. "That which does not kill me, makes me kinder."
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