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This from “A Girl Named Zippy“, a wonderfully funny and touching memoir about growing up in Mooreland, Indiana. I’ve laughed right out loud at least 10 times reading this, causing my daughter to sigh over her homework, and then demand that I tell her what is soooo funny. “I didn’t… Continue Reading A Good Laugh Does the Body Good
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Two weeks ago, about two hours later than now, I received the phone call no parent wants to receive. Some would say I co-created that reality through my incessant worry that I would receive that phone call one day and it would be about my son. He has been on… Continue Reading A Primal Scream
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There are corners in my mind reserved for you and it makes me wonder, “how many corners can a mind have?” My mind is a polyhedron and you occupy so many corners it has to keep expanding. At a meeting, she sits across from me, careful not to look anyone… Continue Reading Sunday Morning
Today, I crossed the field where the local Smithie girls play Ultimate Frisbee, noticing my feet getting kind of damp from the wet grass. As I stepped onto the sidewalk, my world abrubtly converged with a stranger’s. She (the stranger) was riding along on her bicycle in all her short-haired,… Continue Reading Whoopin it up!
“What are you thinking about?” I smile at being caught, and at the feeling of sheepishness that precedes what I will say. “I’m thinking about how much I adore you.” “Yeah? In what way?” Your eyes smile delightedly. “The perfect blending of your fragile bone structure”, I press the tips… Continue Reading What I didn’t Say
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Rain – Lets Get Cozy Sunday rain. Bring out the tea, the blankets, the knitting and soft lights. Bring out the apples and flour and brown sugar. Bring out the warm socks, the fuzzy robes, and the old slippers. Bring out the books, the fairy tales, the mysteries, and the… Continue Reading 100 Words on Rain
This photo is my current desktop image. I took this of my daughter about two years ago. This is the same girl who created her own original works at a recent weekend retreat for Buddhist teens at the beautiful Karme Choling in Vermont. This is the same girl who makes… Continue Reading What’s on My Desktop
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“What do you want to know?” “I want to know the secret source of your sorrow.” He says it plainly enough, but I feel my tongue clamp to the roof of my mouth. I smile, look away, pretend to be thinking. He gently takes me off the hook with a… Continue Reading Secret Sorrow
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Montreal – Outside B&B sometime around 2000 “The Bear” in 2005 PHOTOHUNT With love,
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When did America forget how to spell? I am amazed at the number of semi-professional websites out there with spelling errors in almost every sentence. Last night, after browsing a designer’s website and feeling pretty inspired and somewhat intimidated, I went to his “ideas” page. Three paragraphs chock full of… Continue Reading ABC
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