April 27th, 2025
Alan Cay Culler
The Eldest told the story of the Three.” The Grey One spoke slowly; his mouth and eyes smiled as if remembering a youthful transgression made humorous by time. “She is perhaps not so much older than me, but she is wiser and still lives in the clan hold. I am Grey, and live on the […]
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April 20th, 2025
Alan Cay Culler
It’s Easter weekend. For Christians, this is the culmination of Holy Week, a celebration of the grace of God who gave his son in sacrifice to wash away the sins of the world. The death and resurrection of Jesus is a symbol of the faith that it is never too late to choose to […]
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April 11th, 2025
Alan Cay Culler
Recession coming! Oh, No! I wondered recently at the effect that the dreaded ‘R’ word has on me even now in my retirement. My parents lived through the Great Depression. My father saved, reconditioned, and reused electric motors from discarded refrigerators and washing machines and had eight in-waiting when he died. My mother saved aluminum […]
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April 4th, 2025
Alan Cay Culler
Why did I stop? Was it the single near-neon-purple lotus bloom poking through the pavers? Did I catch the contrasting brilliant yellow center? Did a flicker of motion catch my eye? That memory has faded. What I remember is standing directly over this flower, bent at the waist, completely entranced, with time suspended, one of […]
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March 28th, 2025
Alan Cay Culler
It happens to many of us from time to time. Something goes missing, is “misplaced,” and – no matter how hard we look, and in how many places, tracing and retracing our steps, looking under furniture, emptying drawers, thinking and rethinking, “Now where would I have put that to keep it safe?” – it remains […]
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March 20th, 2025
Alan Cay Culler
The man’s suit was a fine cloth, but the cut was a little dated. His beard was white, close-cut on the sides, but extended at his chin to square his jaw. His shock of white hair was thinning on top. He sat on the sun drenched park bench, newspaper folded beside him and a blackthorn […]
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March 13th, 2025
Alan Cay Culler
“I’m sorry. So Sorry. Please accept my apology. I know I was wrong, But I was too blind to see.” (1960 #1 hit by fifteen-year-old Brenda Lee, written by Dub Albrittin and Ronnie Self.) “I am a terrible person!” The clocks changed last night and I awoke at 3:00 a.m. (old time), thinking about all […]
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March 13th, 2025
Alan Cay Culler
“I’m sorry. So Sorry. Please accept my apology. I know I was wrong, But I was too blind to see.” (1960 #1 hit by fifteen-year-old Brenda Lee, written by Dub Albrittin and Ronnie Self.) “I am a terrible person!” The clocks changed last night and I awoke at 3:00 a.m. (old time), thinking about all […]
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March 7th, 2025
Alan Cay Culler
I survived a life career in consulting without being murdered by clients or colleagues. That isn’t to say I made no mistakes, nor suffered no injuries, just that I learned quickly enough to recover, if not on that project then on the next. These days, in comfortable retirement, I’m looking back with wonder that clients, […]
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February 28th, 2025
Alan Cay Culler
“I am the Scourge of God! If you had not committed great sins, God would not have sent a punishment like me among you.” Bellowed Genghis Khan from horseback outside the sacred Mosque of Bukhara, moments before he ordered the wealthy town elders to surrender gold and jewels, razed their homes and slaughtered them, leaving […]
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