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Oct.03.2010
It’s come as you are when visiting my blog, CiCi’s Garden –otherwise what would be the point? To be welcome, guests need not sanitize or in any way alter how they express their reality. The Garden is a place where frank conversation is embraced, emotions respected and affirmed while at the same...
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Sep.26.2010
My husband holds many cherished memories from his preteens through his college years and beyond of accompanying his father on the piano while his father played the violin, one he had played as a boy growing up in Karlsbad, the most famous spa town in what was then Czechoslovakia.
Wolfgang soon...
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Sep.22.2010
I recently posted a review of Karl Marlantes' book, Matterhorn, here. My review, based on my reaction to the book, and on my perception of war based on the book. Yesterday I received a comment on my review of the book from one Mike Brown, West Point, Class of 1966, who served in Vietnam on two...
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Aug.09.2010
In my lifetime I have written poetry for a number of reasons. Looking back through a notebook-full of them spanning 50-some years I realize I’ve spontaneously used verse as a release –rhythmic expressions arising from otherwise jumbled circumstances.
The poem below came to me in a tall forest...
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Aug.01.2010
The year I was nine my family traveled to Switzerland, my father’s homeland, where we lived for six months with my aunt Liseli in the lovely hamlet of Brienz.
The garden in back of our family’s 300-year-old chalet opened directly onto the lakeshore promenade with spectacular views of the...
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Jul.25.2010
As she spoke to me her words came to my ears as familiar, the very thoughts and expressions I had shared with her recently during a time she was hurt, bewildered and panicking. She spoke with certainty and conviction, her voice steady and full of strength. It was a sublime compliment that she...
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Jul.18.2010
I’ve understood for a long time that not everything I see or hear is real. Not long ago I was reminded of this in a most unusual fashion. While peering through a window of a local art gallery late one afternoon, I noticed a striking figure seated in the driver’s seat of a car parked on the...
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Jul.10.2010
All of us were grappling with life issues –work, environments, relationships of one sort or another. Each of us had reached a crossroad in which we would choose new directions, discover fresh options and once again reinvent ourselves. Our spontaneity, originality and willingness to explore...
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Jul.04.2010
There is a tree in our town that for several years has been anonymously decorated to commemorate various occasions –this time the 4th of July.
In these times of great seriousness over national dilemmas and disasters, these decorations not only offer a reminder to passersby to celebrate...
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Jul.01.2010
Well, it’s official: I am the worst mother. Of all time. Ever. On a scale of 1 to 10 on the bad-mothering scale I have just jumped off into the exponential. Why, you might ask? Well, my honor’s level college age daughter has just finished her first day at ‘beauty school’. Yep. Beauty...
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