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When I was only ten, I learned how to type on a manual typewriter. A-S-D-F...J-K-L-;...since then, I’ve written over 2,000 blogs and enjoy sharing my words with others. 

As a writer, you see the world around you as a story waiting to be told. Every experience acts as an actor for this beautiful story we’re fortunate enough to call “life.” I hope you appreciate my writing as much as I’ve had, living the story. 

For Steve

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Of the six children in the Plaat family, there is one for which I am especially thankful; my big brother, Steve, who happens to have a birthday today. Over the years, Steve has been a rock of support for me. The first Plaat child to leave the state of Ohio,.

4 May/Posted by aaronplaat

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Confessions of an Ex-christian

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I have to admit, this blog has been long overdue. For many years, I’ve bottled up these words; afraid to speak them, for fear of backlash, judgement, and retribution from loved ones. My concerns are well-founded. Sometimes, you learn what to say and what to hold back in order to.

14 April/Posted by aaronplaat

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Garuda

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A traditional figure in Indonesian culture is the Garuda; a mythical bird, often seen carrying a serpent in its’ talons. Carrying the serpent in the talons is representative of the power it has over the serpent. For most of my life, I was raised in a world of fear. Underneath.

12 April/Posted by aaronplaat

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Joy

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Ancient Egyptians believed you were asked a series of 42 questions (link) upon entering the Hall of Judgement; the location one travels to upon their death. These questions determined whether or not an individual would pass on to be reborn in the fields of Amenti - where the broken fragments.

1 April/Posted by aaronplaat

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BLACK TAR

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As a follow-up to my previous blog, I’d like to share a poem I recently received from a friend of mine, Peter, who lives on the streets of Portland. Daily, Peter stands outside of Whole Foods, located in the Pearl District, and sells Street Roots newspapers to provide for his.

1 March/Posted by aaronplaat

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Even odds

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“Cor, my boy, if you feel scared to the point where your stomach is playing tricks on you, you’ve just began to even the odds.” On a day like today, I’m reminded of the above quote. It was spoken by my great-grandfather, to my grandfather. His father was a well-known.

13 February/Posted by aaronplaat

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Tools for the job

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Nearly twelve years ago, I was sitting in a stark, white room in Columbus, Ohio. Sitting across from me was my Dad. When I saw him, my mind could only look back to moments of joy, laughter, and loving moments shared between Father and son; being thrown high into the.

28 January/Posted by aaronplaat

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twenty-nineteen

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It’s 2019 and I find myself, once again, in New York City. It’s been ten years since I (briefly) lived here. The city has an essence that can’t be compared to any city in the world. Her skies reach high with concrete monuments, glistening in the winter air with their.

24 January/Posted by aaronplaat

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Sharks and termination

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During the war, Opa was stationed on an island near Papua New Guinea; Jefman Island. Used as an air base by the Royal Air Force (RAF), Opa was placed in charge of the island and journaled his experience in his book.  An avid swimmer, Opa would make a half-mile swim.

21 January/Posted by aaronplaat

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Linda’s holiday gift

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Early this morning, I walked through the rainy streets of downtown Portland. In the morning hours, the streets begin to come alive with the people who occupied them during the night. The early hours of Portland are some of its most beautiful; the daily hustle and bustle of side-walkers comes to.

18 December/Posted by aaronplaat

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