“Live in the moment,” they say,
But the moments keep moving away
Like the shadow of the trees
Rustling in a breeze
As the sun palls,
And darkness falls.
No Euclid can define
A single point of time.
Living in the Moment
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As a retired teacher who has fled the US and is now living in Spain, and as someone who has until now eschewed most forms of social media, I am belatedly beginning to create an online presence. To that end, I am using this WordPress website to archive some of my miscellaneous non-academic writing. I hope that some of my friends and former colleagues may enjoy this collection, which consists mainly of political editorials, light-weight essays, and silly poems. I also post here the latest version of my US History textbook, Key Moments in American History. View all posts by murraymcclellan
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I like it!
Jeff Staples
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Thanks, Jeff. Hope you are well and happy.
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Beautiful Murray, especially as Tom’s dad is fading away. Best to you and Pam!
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Thanks, Barbara. Our sense of time has certainly become warped in this pandemic. I was thinking about Zeno’s arrow when I wrote this.
Sorry to hear about Tom’s dad. One never gets over the passing of one’s parent. Big hugs to him, and to you too!
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