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Bill Pearse publishes memoir, travel journals, poetry and prose, and lives in the Pacific Northwest.
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Ten years gone
I had a talk with Lily about the scenario where both mom and dad get sick and someone has to assume control of the house, which would fall to Lily.
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No contact pizza
My beard was getting thick enough I could tug on it in a way that both hurt and felt good at the same time.
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The nervous system
In less than a week I ate most of a small ham by myself, oftentimes eating it cold by my computer for breakfast with a hard-boiled egg and coffee.
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Metadata
There was a lot to celebrate still.
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Song for April, 2008
It took me way too long to appreciate the nuance in that record, called April and released on April 1, 2008.
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More news from nowhere
Lily practices the piano with her teacher on FaceTime and asks if he can teach her the song River, by Joni Mitchell.
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Spring frost
By the end of March I’d started taking Ginger on daily walks up the trails near my mom’s house in Germany. There were two sets of trails, but I didn’t know what they were called so I referred to one… Read More ›
