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Dec.14.2012
I'm eating the summer's blackberries with my breakfast and watching snow bunnies slipping down through a gray sky. Snow bunnies are like flurries, but fatter and more playful on the wind. White sprays outline evergreens and denuded maple and oak trees, and plays hide and seek with the...
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Dec.10.2012
Above a certain age, we remember when cars were longer, lower, wider. Above a certain age, people only knew eleven pro football teams and past another age, they don't remember American football, as it didn't exist.
Above a certain age, we remember red sidewall tires, Tiger Paws, and...
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Dec.07.2012
Walking home in the dark this evening, I noticed that people are decorating their homes in the Christmas way out here on America's west coast in the Siskyou Mountains. They're pretty even though the temperature is hovering around the mid 40s and there isn't any snow. They take me back,...
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Nov.22.2012
Here below is a poem I like by Elizabeth Spires which seemed appropriate for the closing of this Thanksgiving Day.
Pome
By Elizabeth Spires
From flowering gnarled trees they come, weighing down the branches, dropping with a soft sound onto the loamy ground. Falling and fallen. That’s a...
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Nov.21.2012
The house is filled with the delicious smells of Thanksgiving: turkey, pumpkin pie, and stuffing. The bustle and preparations bring back many memories from the past. As I sit for a minute to relax, I realize how much I miss my soaps. We always tuned in while cooking and getting the house ready for...
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Nov.20.2012
Renaissance is a collection of short stories featuring The Forgotten Well, my Florida Writers' Association award winning story. The collection of four stories is only 99 cents:http://goo.gl/bT8MO
One definition of renaissance is renewal of life, vigor, interest, etc.; rebirth; revival....
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Nov.06.2012
Hmm, happy place today? Each day I try to find one thing that takes me out of the mundane, and brings me a moment of sheer bliss.
I had to drive out to the church to use their fax machine. As I got out of my car, I caught a brief glimpse of the river sparkling in the bright sunlight. I...
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Oct.21.2012
My brother, who is twenty years older than I am, took me to my first baseball game when I was a young girl. It was the Oakland A’s. He didn’t know it, but I had a crush on Jose Canseco. I remember how shy I was. I remember wanting the free bag that the stadium was giving away, but we didn’t make it...
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Oct.14.2012
If Mo Yan had chosen to live in a swanky hideout in the nowhere space offered as asylum, there would be much jubilation over his being awarded this year’s Nobel Prize for Literature. Instead, he lives in China, was educated in the People’s Liberation Army (PLA) school. He is the bad guy, not...
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Oct.12.2012
A memory rises from my grandmother’s kitchen. I saw a little bird outside, through the sliding glass door. I pointed and said, “mira, un pájaro.” My grandmother scolded me in the nicest way and even made me laugh. “No! No es pah-ha-doh. Se dice pájaro” (“No! It’s not pah-ha-doh. You say pájaro”),...
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