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Sep.28.2010
It's been a while since I've been in school, but increasingly I have to hit some online courses, go to seminars or networking events in order to stay competitive and "in the know". Balancing that need with my responsibilities at work can be tough sometimes. Add family life to that and it...
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Sep.21.2010
I don't know about anyone else but having raised a young woman to adulthood and letting her go is as traumatic a transition as I can think of. While there's been many other transitions in my life: my first stay overnight with relatives; joining the military; getting married; etc. the transition...
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Sep.19.2010
"We must become the change we want to see." -Mahatma Gandhi
My favorite response to that somewhat familiar aphorism comes from Red Room member Teresa Burns Gunther: "Easy for him to say."
Transitions can be about getting rid of something (an old idea, a bad relationship, some...
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Sep.18.2010
Change is nothing more than a moral ethical exercise, and in its chattiness of possibilities the adjectives of despair thrive.
If that sounds gloomy or like downright pessimism, you’re spot on. I’m not referring so much to the Obama politics of hopeful/wishful change, but to the eternal cyclical...
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Sep.18.2010
Last night my Wabi Sabi group met to talk about transition. “Wabi Sabi?” you ask. It’s the Japanese term, originated from the beauty of decaying, ancient tea houses, that connotes the perfection of imperfection or the beauty of passing memory. So what better topic than transition because, at...
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Sep.17.2010
The coyotes are howling. Not right now but often enough. I never see them. I only hear them. I love the faux danger of being perfectly safe surrounded by my four walls of civilization while coyotes are howling in the dark close by.
Will a chicken be found dead by morning?
Will a family cat be...
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Sep.17.2010
A whiff of woodsmoke caught in my nostrils tells me a change is on the way. This is the first sign or maybe it is the confirmation of what is to come. I cannot decide. Still, it is nice, the way the air bites at my face when I go outside after dinner to allow the dogs into the house. It feels as if...
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Sep.17.2010
After one year of living on campus at Haifa University, I and my husband are now renting a wee apartment in a complex for people 55 and older in the beautiful little town of San Juan Capistrano. My head is still spinning as I adjust to dollars instead of shekels. I run, almost giddy, through the...
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Sep.17.2010
In my last blog I posted about finding the new me. I told the story of a bit of magical serendipity which had just been presented to me. I was excited. As well I should be. My novel, The Storyteller, which had been two plus years in the making, had just been published, a few sales had transpired...
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Sep.17.2010
I stand on my tip-toes and touch the pine beams my dad uncovered this week in their kitchen in New Hampshire. The cherry, mahogany patina is rich and multi-textural. It can’t be reproduced by a computer at Lowe’s. The beams were hand hewn by my grandfather Pitman’s Great-Great-Great-Great...
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