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Apr.03.2013
 The dance of the fig tree wilderness disturbs my contemplation. I watch from behind a mass of veranda windows  in my ancient Queensland Colonial perched in an Australian capital city. The south-westerlies turn round the eastern coast line to come in from the north and pulsate through...
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Feb.18.2013
Rainy Queensland welcomed us home on 5 February, exactly a year after we left for Nordamerica. And good it is to return, to trade  minus freezing temperatures for  plus 80s, to trade long johns for shorts and crop tops, to swat mosquitoes instead of shovel snow. Everyone ought to have an...
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Dec.10.2012
A couple of years ago we bought a bread machine.  Making such a purchase has a good deal in common with paying good money for an exercise machine.  The first month, the equipment sings. Everyone in the family competes to use it.  And for a bread machine that's even more so. After all...
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Dec.01.2012
December 1st brought fog to our corner of Nordamerica.  And when the temperatures drop below freezing and there is only a minimum of wind, fog means hoar frost which is spelled fragile and beautiful.  The cottonwoods, elms, and ash that shade our lanes in green summer turn into a...
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Sep.23.2012
I wanted to share with you my admiration for your thoughtfulness, for your taking time before responding to all sorts of provocation during our writers workshop yesterday.  I seem to blather on.  You, on the other hand, seem to think your responses through and then share.  I so...
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Sep.01.2012
I have to admit that I'm hooked on these two late night presenters of irony and political commentary. Let me start by confessing that I have no television set in my house.  So, I must wait a day or so to see the latest late night TV.  Last night - Friday - with my hubby I watched the...
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Aug.08.2012
Travels in West Africa by Mary Kingsley is far and away my favorite memoir.  Kingsley is an intrepid explorer, displays an affectionate and wry sense of humor, and simply impresses me magnificently with her descriptions of adventures just before the turn of the last century in West Africa....
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Jan.28.2012
Sitting on the back veranda, I  attempted to finish off a soduku — no chance 'cause my glasses kept fogging up and I couldn't, of course, see the numbers on the page.  Yep, that's just how humid it is right now in the great green south. I finally gave up and settled into my computer...
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Dec.28.2011
Where ever does time go?  I do realize that it's unimportant where time is unless one needs a lost element.  Then it's helpful to know precisely where the past now resides. Silly, I know. What is really on my mind is an email I just received from a dear friend who wrote to share with me...
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Dec.25.2011
I promised myself I would finish City of God this week.  Maybe 3/4 of the way through and struggling.  What appears at this point  in the book to be Doctorow's basic premise produces a sense of contentment - to find a mind as precarious as his and at the same time as well known that...
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Dec.24.2011
From the great green down-under south-of-the-equator-world...seasons greetings on Christmas Day, just three times zones  this side of the international date line.  Fluffy whites followed me in the baby blues skies as I took my morning walk.  All was very quiet as the sun rose at 4:30...
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Dec.21.2011
I do love this time of year - especially here in Australia where it is warm, breezy, and the day lingers from 4:30 a.m. well into the wee hours.  We have decorated not a whit.  And that makes me pleased.  No raucous lights outlining the front porches of neighbours' houses.  That...
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Dec.17.2011
  Blue, Blue, Blue shirts on the ironing board fit broad shoulders belonging to the stubborn Australian who can share more numbers than I have ever known. Wisdom behind gray eyes                    ...
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Dec.12.2011
'The tintinnabulation of the bells, bells, bells, bells, bells. . .' Poe had a penchant for creating mood. In The Bells he provides a word sonata that recreates the various pitches and tones of sled bells, wedding bells, fire bells, and finally the death knell. The poem resonates in my mind...
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Nov.16.2011
Michael Ondaatje, a Canadian and a poet by choice, a Sri Lanken by birth, , and a novelist of extra-ordinary talent, creates an unexpected love between ex pats from such different cultures that one would never expect long term success.  In The English Patient, the novel (not the movie), as one...
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