The Writings of Peter Vogt — The Archives

I publish a new essay here every Friday—which, over time, adds up to lots of essays!
So enjoy these pieces from the growing For Pete’s Sake archives. I hope you like reading these posts as much as I like writing them and sharing them.

Take the Spiced-Up Stories with a Grain of Salt — Then Savor Them for Their Flavorful Memories

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On our way home from soccer practice the other night, my son Theo informed me that, contrary to my late father’s unassailable personal testimony, one cannot walk to school uphill in both directions. “If you go uphill when you’re walking to school, then you have to go downhill when you’re walking home from school,” Theo […]

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The Full Days Are Nauseating, but They’re Filling, Too

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I was in a holding (my breath) pattern at the grocery store checkout, buying chicken, green onions, broccoli, mushrooms, cilantro. I had just swiped my debit card to pay for it all, and it was one of those awkward moments when the transaction is taking just a liiitttle too long to go through. And I […]

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Waiting Is Its Own Cancer

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I don’t really know what the worst part of cancer was for my late wife Lois. I never asked her, and I can only guess what her reality was. All I can come up with on my own is the ridiculously obvious: The fact that she died from the disease in 2012, following more than […]

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It’s Becoming Visible to Me Now: The Mind Control Workouts Are for Life, Same as the Physical Workouts

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By 7:02 a.m. the other day, I was convinced that I am invisible. In fact, I was ready to go share my startling discovery with our new neighbor, who tells me she works from home for the United States Department of Defense (I didn’t realize our area was so dangerous). I could get a job […]

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Thanks a Lot, Alzheimer’s — You Messed Me Up Too

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Cripes, Alzheimer’s. Are you ever satisfied? You finally killed my mom the other day. That I can take, oddly enough. People die, especially when they’re old, and my mom wasn’t immune. No one expected or demanded that she live forever. But did you have to go after me too? I always knew you specialized in […]

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