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    one of twelve

    by  • January 31, 2015 • 0 Comments

    I am ready for January to be done. Not because it was a hard month, although in some ways it was. Not because I am eager for what is to come in February, although I totally am. Not because I don’t like this month’s page on my new wall calendar, although I don’t. (I...

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    the time of your life

    by  • January 5, 2015 • 2 Comments

    “Did you hear about ?” “Did you see that ___________?” “What do you think about ? For a little while, my answer will be no. Right now, it’s better that way. It’s time for me to pull back. This is more than the solstice, more than Twelfth Night,...

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    i can see clearly now, the rain is gone

    by  • January 5, 2015 • 7 Comments

    key largo under a clear blue sky

    It’s time for a word again. It’s a good time for a word, a new word, a fresh word. Home was last year’s word, and I hope to write up a little summary of how that went for me. But for now, I’m eager to share the shiny new word. Often I have several ideas...

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    less, but in no way lesser

    by  • December 31, 2014 • 0 Comments

    frost and blue

    This year did not go as expected. Few do, I’ve found, but this one went off the rails right around Memorial Day. It was a tough haul to get things back on track. That happened about the first week in December, and then it was time to make space for the end-of-year holidays. I...

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    a mile in my shoes

    by  • June 25, 2014 • 3 Comments

    summer sky

    I walked a mile today. That might not seem like much. There was a very recent point when that wasn’t even a warm-up, when I didn’t break a sweat on a five-mile walk unless it was 80 degrees out, when I could hardly go fast enough. This is not that day. The sun was...

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    an incongruent photo

    by  • April 9, 2014 • 5 Comments

    looking up through the cherry blossoms

    Last night, Ed asked me how the writing was going. I had a ready answer. “It sucks donkey balls.” (In case there’s any ambiguity there, it wasn’t a good writing day.) “I’m reconsidering my career options, perhaps barista, or monster truck mechanic.” The first wasn’t really out of left field – we’ve talked about...

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    there’s only one of you

    by  • April 8, 2014 • 4 Comments

    loan  kayak at shilshole

    A little over a year ago – more? I don’t even know. I think that’s what comes of having spent so much of the last year on the road –  Neil Gaiman developed a series of short stories as part of a project with BlackBerry. They called it A Calendar of Tales. Long a...

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    find the horizon

    by  • April 3, 2014 • 3 Comments

    key largo

    Sometimes you just need to push back from the desk, go for a walk, and find some horizon to study. I’m on a writing retreat right now. Not there in that photograph from Key Largo. I’m not sure I could write in a place like that. There’s not much that soothes me more than...

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    you remind me of home

    by  • January 5, 2014 • 2 Comments

    reminds me of the folk

    I know I said I wasn’t going to tell my word of the year what to mean to me ahead of time. Still. I have some lovely thoughts swirling about what home does mean to me, and what it might mean to me in this coming year. Home feels like a place, but not...

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