Sharon J. Anderson
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My First Boyfriend
My first boyfriend died on May 15. Jack Boyer was 66 years old. He gave me what my mother labeled, “Sharie’s first ‘love’ note on October 21, 1959. Jack and I were in first grade. Jack died suddenly from an… Continue reading
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Game of Moans
On Sunday night, I lost power and missed the last 30 minutes of the “Game of Thrones” finale. I had invested dozens and dozens of hours binge-watching all 72 previous episodes, only to miss the crucial denouement. The power went… Continue reading
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Ignite 5/17/19
“Politicians pay more attention to interest groups than to the public interest,” believed Alice Rivlin, an American economist and budget official who was considered an expert on the U.S. federal budget and macroeconomic policy. Rivlin died this past Tuesday at… Continue reading
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Green Orb
Ever take a photograph with your iPhone (or any camera) and later realize there was a green orb in the middle of it, seemingly ruining it? Apparently this phenomenon is haze or flare created by a strong source of light… Continue reading
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AFTER
What happens the moments before we die? Do we have one last burst of human thought before entering the afterlife? Do we experience hallucinations? Clarifications? Darkness? Light? These are the questions explored in, “After,” Andrew Schneider’s technical theater performance which… Continue reading
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Ignite 5/10/19
Yeah, it’s been a while. Been researching, conducting and editing playwright interviews for the Contemporary American Theater Festival. Also reading the Mueller Report, a new book about 9/11, new poetry. Writing every day thanks to Natalie Goldberg. More on all… Continue reading
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Faces of the Tulips
Good morning, good morning, good morning . . . and HAPPY EASTER! Last November I planted about 50 tulip bulbs in my front garden in honor of my mother and sister, Karen, believing they would never bloom because the ground… Continue reading
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The Cruelest Month — Part Three
As many of you know, I walk daily, always with dog biscuits in my pocket. Over the years, I’ve come to know dozens of dogs. I even love several of them. One of them was dear Eva. Last Thursday, Eva… Continue reading
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The Cruelest Month — Part Two
Stanley Plumly, a poet who served as the poet laureate of Maryland for nine years, died on April 11 from complications of multiple myeloma. He was 79 years old. According to his obituary in the Washington Post, Plumly’s poetry, “drew… Continue reading
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The Cruelest Month — Part One
“April is the cruelest month,” begins T.S. Eliot’s poem, The Wasteland, regarded as one of the most important poems of the 20th century. That line came to me a couple of times during the past week because of the deaths… Continue reading
