Amoeba Contact Improv Video
From about 2012
High School Memory #1
The 50 year reunion (Class of 1968) is coming up for my two high schools, Malcolm Price Laboratory School in Cedar Falls (I was there K-10) and Lincoln HS in Des Moines (11th and 12th grade). I'll be attending both reunions, the CF one in June, and the DM one in...
The Grand Canyon, for Risë
It may seem surprising but when I got this house I didn't know it was right next to the Grand Canyon I got here at night, after long travel in other states and other stories and this was to be my last stop It was only some years later that I learned that this house is...
Roxie
Our cats arrived pre-named, and so we had little to say about that. I didn’t feel bound to the previous monikers, but was outvoted early. To me names that would be more appropriate for Roxie and Ted would be something that implied explorer or lightning bolt on the Ted...
Teddy
For a somewhat PETA-flavored person, having a pet is a complicated topic. Its not hard to come up with flaws in the model. Pets of course eat meat as a habit. That has to come from somewhere. And if they are cats, they are born predators – of mortal danger to anything...
The cost
There is a cost in growing older than 10, than 27 than 47, or more, because You never know when tears may fall over a lost one eyed rabbit over a shy girlfriend moved to Osceola over a marriage drifting off to San Francisco There is a cost in adding experience to...
Where is that cub?
Where is that cub Mother Lion? He left today out into the field Where is that cub? He used to tuck his little body next to you in our bed of grass Fearful thing I suppose he needed you and you him From my side I understood cubs need their mother mothers need their cub...
Last Day
In the evening of my Father's last day I fed him peas and carrots He didn't like the chocolate Ensure I sang " Just a closer walk with thee" and Mary hugged him. Then some people we didn't know showed up, and he led an animated talk about their athletic daughter after...
Barely day
Barely day I open one eye, and see her in the dark, gliding over to the dresser, the closet, one last time, and then out the door, off to work. Small, slender, she moves through the room and my grateful heart
About Paul de Jour
Note: This is the essay I wrote in June of 2015 when I launched a previous blog that I have now closed and added to this site: Pauldejour Wordpress, Facebook, Writers and Writing The inspiration for starting this blog came from Barbara (Severin) Lounsberry, the most...