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As sometimes happens with strangers, or people I just meet, someone asked me yesterday what happened to my eye. I was born with a lazy eye. Trouble is, it didn’t look that way all the time. So when my mom kept taking me to doctors, they told her it would… Continue Reading To Correct or Not
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Sometimes karma has its own way of sending us messages. The one part of my body I am truly vain about is my hands. They are not perfect…my veins are visible, one of my fingers is crooked from an injury…but they are slender and long and as a child they… Continue Reading My Vanity…
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In these long sad days, I remember things… important things. How to breathe, how to sit, how to move. The shape of my skin stretched across muscle and bone. The hows and whens and whys of being alone… because that is how it will be at the last breath. /… Continue Reading At the last breath…
Our elementary school was starting a band program. Everyone on the bus was all abuzz after the day’s assembly where the instruments were paraded out and played before our wondering eyes and ears. “I’m going to play the flute,” says one girl, bouncing in her seat. “Me too!” parrot several… Continue Reading How Velvet Verbosity Came to Play the Trombone
There were acres and acres of land on Heather’s farm. We explored every inch of it that summer. We imagined ourselves as wild horses and ran with the real ones through the pastures and over the soft ground of the woods. Our long hair flew out behind us. We ran… Continue Reading 100 Words on Grace – Childhood
In Shannock the best sledding hill is my backyard. On snow days all the kids from the neighborhood gather there, dragging their bladed sleds and blue saucers. The “hill” is an enormous bowl in the ground…a crater. So we have contests to see who can make a run down the… Continue Reading Oh the Thrill of it All
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Dear readers,This is Post III in the “Things That are…” series. It is meant to be a call and response. I do hope that you will add your own items to the list in the comments. “If the study to which you apply yourself has a tendency to weaken your… Continue Reading Things That are…Simple Pleasures
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Just finished reading an essay by Margaret Atwood on pornography. Here is some of what she had to say: “This leads us back to the key question: what’s the harm? Nobody knows, but this society should find out fast, before the saturation point is reached. The Scandinavian studies that showed… Continue Reading Where do We Draw the Line?
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As I tuck her in, she says, “Mom, I love you so much. Please don’t ever die.” Her tone is matter of fact, no trace of worry, but she is quite serious. / Digg this / Stumble this
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