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Apr.10.2011
  What do you think about American Indians?  If you have framed them as special, spiritual, noble creatures, then you have locked them into the colonial zoo.  The US has over 500 Native tribes.  Europe has 52 “tribes.”  One Native American tribe is as different from another as the French are...
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Apr.08.2011
This morning I went in to Coffee Bene’ and ordered my coffee from a curly-haired young man.  Instead of just ordering my coffee, I looked at him and held his eyes for a moment and let my nice mood actually come through my eyes. His response was quick but immediate.  He looked surprised.  The lenses...
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Apr.08.2011
This morning I went in to Coffee Bene’ and ordered my coffee from a curly-haired young man.  Instead of just ordering my coffee, I looked at him and held his eyes for a moment and let my nice mood actually come through my eyes. His response was quick but immediate.  He looked surprised.  The lenses...
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Apr.06.2011
Once upon a time there was a little girl growing up in Blueberry Country where the swamps breathe, the trees stand like soldiers, and everywhere there are jeweled lakes.  The land is so beautiful it forces her to learn language so she can speak of this beauty.   By seeing she becomes intimate with...
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Apr.04.2011
Today in the paper there was an article about teen suicide on America's Indian reservations. Suicide happens 3-8 times the national norm on the reservations. One of the boys we worked with in a youth radio project had a girlfriend kill herself just two weeks before the camp.  I've spent a great...
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Apr.01.2011
Last night I saw a show about Einstein’s wife on PBS.  I’m ashamed that I never gave much thought to the mind behind the great mind.  Her curiosity was as wide as his, perhaps even wider because of the living physics of birthing babies and making milk—and yet she went crazy in the end.      ...
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Mar.31.2011
I have been mixing my time between working on our websites and working on my  novel. For some reason, it is making me think about frames. Not just website frames, but frames in general. We have a tendency to frame our reality into little boxes and then switch the boxes between background and...
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Mar.30.2011
  I am trying to understand how a bit of land could feel so a part of me.  Is it because just through those trees is where my father was born and where he and his three brothers caught frogs and buried treasures and gathered hazel nuts every fall for their mother to lay out on a roof to dry?  And...
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Mar.28.2011
      The top of my bedroom dresser is buried again.  Outside, the sky is brittle blue, and there is snow on the ground.  My dresser top is littered with stray socks, bits of paper, stones, jewelry, a dead telephone, a newspaper clipping, and things I can’t yet see.  Deciding it’s a good day to...
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Mar.26.2011
Just before Christmas, a young client of mine came in for a session and brought me the gift of a beautiful beaded Christmas tree ornament.  I was so excited about it that she offered to show me how to make one.  “I have the stuff in my car,” she said.    I had my own private stash of beads...
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Mar.25.2011
I blame writing for the Mercedes I don’t drive, the mountain retreat I don’t own, and the 401 K I don’t have to see me to retirement or my children through college.  Writing has obliterated the life I could have had—the long beach vacations, the leisure time, the personal trainer, and gardener, the...
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Mar.22.2011
My head is tired of thinking. It really wants to just sink into some beautiful dandelion fluff and float off on the first breeze.  I am longing for art, beauty, substance, soul.  I can only stand to think strategy, planning, to-do and not-to-do lists for so long before the sweet child in me rises...
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Mar.20.2011
Beside me in the coffee shop is a man who is clearly trying to write a eulogy for someone he cared deeply about.  He has a rose in a blue wine bottle, a framed picture of a man, a cinnamon Danish, a cup of coffee and the sports section of a newspaper.  Clearly, these things are a way to commemorate...
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Mar.18.2011
  I wrote this about a month ago.  Unfortunately, I needed to hear it for myself today, so I am posting it now. Those who know me will understand. A fresh week, a fresh day, and of course, fresh snow.  Everything today feels fresh. I have been thinking about the many things I keep inside of me...
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Mar.17.2011
I must be into shocking cheesy titles lately . . .    There are so many sites out there for writers.  I tend to drop in on them for a while only to disappear within weeks (sometimes days).  I walk the cyber streets, strut my stuff, tease, turn a buck if I can, and then move on down the street...
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