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About paulefallon

Greetings reader. I am a writer, architect, cyclist and father from Cambridge, MA. My primary blog, theawkwardpose.com is an archive of all my published writing. The title refers to a sequence of three yoga positions that increase focus and build strength by shifting the body’s center of gravity. The objective is balance without stability. My writing addresses opposing tension in our world, and my attempt to find balance through understanding that opposition. During 2015-2106 I am cycling through all 48 mainland United States and asking the question "How will we live tomorrow?" That journey is chronicled in a dedicated blog, www.howwillwelivetomorrw.com, that includes personal writing related to my adventure as well as others' responses to my question. Thank you for visiting.

Cliff Notes: Rio Zika, by Michael Crichton

Dystopian novel set in the near future, written by Michael Crichton before his death in 2008. Billions of mosquitos bearing the zika virus proliferate in Rio de Janeiro coincident with the Olympic Games. The finest human specimens from all corners … Continue reading

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Make Mass Violence History

When I was eight years old, in 1963, I gave my parents an ashtray for their anniversary, a ceramic swirl of dusty coral with gilt trim. They displayed it on the coffee table. Boyhood satisfaction glowed when my mother pulled … Continue reading

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Sonnets for an Old Century

Jose Rivera’s play, Sonnets for an Old Century, is a collection of monologues spoken by strangers gathered in one place at the end of the twentieth century. The audience knows nothing about why they are gathered. Each character is given … Continue reading

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The Sweatshirt

Your daughter comes over for dinner one night, fresh from a run. It’s cool on the deck so you lend her a sweatshirt, something old. You don’t remember when or how you came to have it. When she leaves, she … Continue reading

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Institutionalized Adventure

Twenty years ago, when my children were young, a narrow path wound around the point in Kingsley Park, the peninsula that juts into Fresh Pond, the City of Cambridge’s reservoir. Walking paths, woods, and meadows surround the pond, three square … Continue reading

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Mantra for Healing and Strength

I’ve got a black band hanging from my door for lat pulls, a grey band tied to the knob for forearm rotations, a green band looped around the coffee table for leg lifts, and a red band I loop around … Continue reading

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Chewing Up Our Freedoms by Biting the Hand that Feeds Him

For the past six months, Donald Trump has been the top political story in virtually every newscast. Infatuated by his provocative style, and the ratings it accrued, the media lost all sense of balance. The guy was fun. He animated … Continue reading

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Unsolicited Advice Redux

No sooner do I write an essay about unsolicited advice than I catch myself doling it out. Every rule has its exception. I was at a barbeque with friends when one half of a couple explained in great detail their … Continue reading

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Unsolicited Advice

I know what my unemployed friend should do to find a job. I know how my niece should deal with her awkward boss. I know how my writing buddy should find a publisher. I know how my neighbor should trim … Continue reading

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Miniseries Mania

Physical therapy is additive. Each immobilized joint and wounded tendon requires its own manipulations to come back to life. At peak, I spent six hours a day (four sessions of 1-1/2 hours each) with heating pads, putty, pulleys, gravity and … Continue reading

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