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The James McAllen Blog

5 Hours

5 Hours. It’s an extra-inning baseball game. It’s a half a day of work. It’s the equivalent of the drive to Boston. But when you’re sitting in the waiting room as your wife is having brain surgery, it’s an eternity. Eternity has just begun. It’s been a 6 month...

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The Divided States of America

It’s 3am. I can’t sleep. I haven’t slept properly in weeks. I fall asleep at 11pm, and I’m wide awake at 2am, mind racing, with no chance of going back to sleep. And so, I wander the hallways of my mind. i.e. — I go on Facebook. I’ve never been one to worry about the...

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I ruined Christmas – again.

I ruined Christmas — again Ok, not really. Well, kinda. Ok. A little background first. I’m not a big fan of Christmas. It’s the most stressful holiday imaginable. Not only do you have crowds, and traffic, and shopping and spending ridiculous amounts of money, you...

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To sleep, perchance to dream –

apnea — from the Greek, apnoia, which means breathless. For those of you who follow my blog, you may have heard that I recently changed job locations; from Soho in Manhattan, to Orangeburg in Rockland County, NY. I know, right? What the hell is in Orangeburg? Well,...

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Searching for Zack

When I woke up on Friday morning, it was cold. Not bone-chilling cold; not winter cold, but just enough to make me dread the oncoming winter. I decided that staying in my sweats and lazing around the couch was the order of the day. I had ideas about going to the gym,...

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The Ballad of Val and Jim

One of the big problems with being happy and content, and in fact, the “only” problem with being happy and content, is that art suffers because of it. Certainly my art has. Other than a couple of witty Facebook posts, I haven’t written a damn thing since I finished...

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