Author: Don Sedberry
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Life and how to write one great song: My cancer journey
Life has a strange way of sneaking up on us. Laura finished her Masters in Social Work back in December. Laura had to do a full semester of an unpaid practicum at the Children’s Bureau. I carried her through her degree and so we agreed, I’d quit my job at the Rotary Club of Indianapolis
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Under a Cheshire Moon
We’re all quite mad here, Under a Cheshire moon. There’s too much confusion, Mind drowning out in tune? – Up too late accomplishing little, Gyrating ‘round the words. Laziness, corporeal madness, Brain splitting into thirds. – Stacked ideas in a deck of cards, You can’t build a house, they say! But arrogantly, I acquiesce, What
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The Confession of Eric Burdon (Part 2 of 5)
Thanks for reading! (Part 1 is available here) An oily, polluted rain had just decided to fall, leaving a thick, cumbersome coating of gloom and glimmer over everything that it touched. Quickening my steps, I swept up the street in the direction of Le Lune Levant. The sky broke open and flooded the lowly streets
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The Confession of Eric Burdon (Part 1 of 5)
If Eric Burdon had written a confession, before he died, it might have read something like this. Maybe I should slow down a bit because Eric was more than a confession. He wasn’t always a bad guy. He had, however, quite a run of bad luck. He grew up in a small town in Northern
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Dear 16 Year Old Me…
There is so much that I want to tell you right now. I can’t and won’t spoil all the surprises but I think you’d benefit from knowing a few things. First and most importantly, you are currently dwelling on certain things that will inevitably fade into obscurity: Your heart will be broken more than once.