Life After Emilee Logo | Neal Klein honoring his wife after losing her to pancreatic cancer
Life After Emilee Logo | Neal Klein honoring his wife after losing her to pancreatic cancer
Life After Emilee Logo | Neal Klein honoring his wife after losing her to pancreatic cancer

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SCHMCOTUS – What It Means and Why I Need This Word

  I need to re-Define the word  SCHMCOTUS. But first, why do I need such a word? Necessity inspires me, hence the saying, necessity is the Mother of invention. It is a Mother alright. Ignoramus became insufficient as a descriptor to alleviate my feeling incredulous at the enormous credulous population who are his supporters. People…

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No Worry, No Hurry

I got the mail from the mailbox Then noticed some trash across the street. I checked both ways and crossed, To retrieve the tiny cinnamon whiskey bottle someone had tossed. I came back across and threw the trash in my can, I got back in my car and then, As I started out my driveway…

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Restless Is The Kingdom

In the beginning, before there was woman or man, there were the animals. Recently, they have been disturbed by the POTUS ignoring scientific information and factual knowledge listening only to the voices inside his own head and the group of ignoramuses that he has surrounded himself with. The animals decided to convene a confederation with…

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About the Tree

About the Tree… One of the things we have talked about in my meditation class is impermanence, how things change constantly. And attachment. How getting attached is human. The two seem to go hand-in-hand. As long as I learn to accept impermanence, and learn to accept getting unattached, I won’t be an anxious wreck all the…

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P.U.T.Z. Party

PUTZ I am starting a new political party. Right now, I am the sole member. It is called P.U.T.Z. or the PUTZ party. It stands for pick up trash zealously. I formed this party this morning after zealously picking up trash around the road just outside of the cemetery. I got tired of seeing it…

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My Hat and The Whistle

I committed the cardinal sin. When I took my seat on the LIRR to go from Penn Station to Babylon, I put my hat on the overhead rack. I already had my backpack on the seat next to me. I figured I would squish it or it would fall on the floor. I put it…

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Hold It

What do I call this story? I may have to let you choose. You can decide after reading it.  Some possibilities: Hold It; 27 Minutes of Hell; Hold On But Don’t Let Go; Squeeze and Don’t Let Go; Push ‘Em Back, Push ‘Em Back, Waaaaay Back; When the Stars Misalign; Gotta Go Now; Peristalsis To…

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‘ What Just Happened, And What Is Going On

Seriously, LOL, I don’t know what happened…..it saved an apostrophe (in the title box) as a post…I left it there…LOL…I don’t know what key or key combination I hit and my post screen was gone, and it saved an apostrophe as a post….and it would NOT let me cancel the post and get rid of…

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A Poetry Dilemma, Serious or Humor With A Tremor

Maybe you, too, will laugh at the choice of my lines in a poem,…serious versus a chuckle…just take note, and then vote…lol…just kidding…I like both….. will just have to be a poem with alternative lines to read….. give the reader something to laugh at (I almost peed).  The second choice just got carried away from a…

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The Lure Of A Chance To Win

I must discuss why it is, that I can be just like a little psychology lab rat, you know, the ones that are in an enclosure, and they will push a lever to get a pellet of food, and depending on how you reward them with the pellet schedule (every lever push, or every 5…

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