Waffle House Humanity, a Slice of Americana
I never stepped foot in one until I was 50 years old, now I go every week. Not all that much has changed in the 66 years since two Georgia neighbors Joe Rogers Sr. and Tom Forkner opened the first one. They’re all relatively small with a handful of booths and a long counter for single diners.
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Oh, what a day it is! Right here in Ocala, Florida. Marion County, in which Ocala is the county seat, is in the north-central portion of the state. According to USA.com, it is the 5th largest county in the state of Florida with 1,584.54 square miles and a population of 334,771 as of the 2010 census. It includes part of Ocala National Forest, which also extends into three other counties.
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I wasn’t supposed to go to my car in between classes, but by the time I was a junior in high school I was so addicted to smoking Marlboro Lights, I’d run to the parking lot and suck one down before the next bell.
Read full storyHow to Do Everything Right
I’d like to start with my failures. I failed at marriage twice — screwed up a few relationships too. Up until the age of 35, I didn’t handle life’s curveballs very well. I was always polite, caring, and respectful, but had an adolescent temper and an overinflated ego.
Read full storyDorothy Talked
In 1994, I transitioned from providing speech pathology services to children in schools to old folks in a nursing home. 27 years ago, Medicare “allowed” us to see patients for a couple of hours a day so I would really get to know them well.
Read full storyIt's Never Too Late to Be Somebody
Is it money, higher education, fame, followers, likes, reputation?. Do you compare yourself to others and feel inferior to those who have achieved more material success?. Do you feel like you didn’t achieve your potential in life, that you fell short?
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I cannot breathe. I cannot sleep. I cannot eat. I cannot think straight. I’m sick. Feverish without fever; infected without bacteria. My brain forces me to replay and relive her smile, her laugh, her words until I am exhausted from sadness, false hope, and delusion.
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