Unhappy anniversary.


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An anniversary. Of sorts. Not a happy one. A cautionary tale, perhaps.

Once, uncharacteristically, I followed my heart instead of my head. In the words of William Rivers Pitt, I threw the parachute out of the plane and jumped after it. The impact was predictable, I guess, inevitable and devastating.

Even so, I doubt I’ll ever get to feel again what I felt during that one perfect, pre-impact moment.

“At the end of the day you should feel so lucky that someone can make you feel that way.” – Trace Cohen

“Tell your stories, you own them. If people wanted you to write nicely about them they would have treated you better.” – Anne Lamott

Ain’t this the damn truth.

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Going back to stir the ghosts.

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The ghosts of things that never happened are worse than the ghosts of things that did. – L.M. Montgomery

Recently I revisited a place that a couple of years ago held great happiness for me, a sweet time and place, before circumstances turned bitter and sour. This is quite unlike me: I genuinely don’t know what possessed me to do so. I can’t recall what I thought it would accomplish. I sensed going in that nothing good would come out of this.

And I was right. I wished that I hadn’t. What was I thinking? Damn ghosts.

The past is never there when you try to go back. It exists, but only in memory. To pretend otherwise is to invite a mess. – Chris Cobbs

Don’t stir the ghosts without understanding that they will stir you right back.

Now I know what a ghost is. Unfinished business, that’s what.- Salman Rushdie


A happy part of my life ended this week.

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“Celebrate endings, for they precede new beginnings.” ~Jonathan Lockwood Huie

Regular readers know that for the better part of nineteen years I have worked in multiple capacities at KBEK 95.5 FM, the radio station my sister owns here in East Central Minnesota. (Longer, actually. I was involved with the pre-broadcast planning for the station, for several years before that.) In fact, anyone who has had more than a five-minute conversation with me knows how much I’ve always loved radio, and how much I derive from being part of it. As I’ve mentioned many times, I’m never as happy as I am when I’m on-the-air.

Sadly, that chapter has ended. The station ended broadcast operations effective midnight, March 31st. Click here for more.



That Awkward Moment


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Low-hanging fruit.

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We have Mother Nature to thank for the expression “low-hanging fruit.” A fruit-bearing tree often contains some branches low enough for animals and humans to reach without much effort. The fruit contained on these lower branches may be not be as ripe or attractive as the fruit on higher limbs, but it is usually more abundant and easier to harvest. From this we get the popular expression, which generally means selecting the easiest targets with the least amount of effort. The picker understands how low the quality of the fruit can be and picks it anyway. – WiseGeek

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It surprises me when people settle for low-hanging fruit, let alone what’s already fallen and lying on the ground. Most people have some sort of taste or discernment or purpose, but surprisingly they accede to significantly less than they might acquire with a little more time and effort. Perhaps they don’t believe there’s anything better than what’s already within reach. Or they realize there’s something much better, but don’t believe they deserve it. Or they’re simply disinterested in quality and it’s just an interchangeable commodity to them, whatever it is.

Not long ago I re-discovered that low-hanging, easy-to-reach rewards are always a disappointment. They’re not good enough for me anymore: I’m going to do without them. The better stuff requires effort and risk, but it’s far superior to what’s within easy grasp.