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Oct.15.2010
Part of this year's project - the whole point of writing Memoir in Pink - is to think about parenting in a focused way.  Not just babies and children, but the work of parenting.  This week I'm thinking about why we choose to be parents. I think people fall in one of two camps.  Some people...
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Sep.13.2010
sometimes, I wonder who I am love - now that you are here. now that these nameless fears and desires are named. I am different now that you are here. even at the market I count my coins so carefully. I picture you in the café pouring cream into your cup your hair rumpled like your shirt. once,...
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Sep.05.2010
my letters home what can they say? but here I am. here I am everyday. at the same bus stop near the graveyard in the same company of school children, workers and mothers on their way home, beneath so many crucifixes my palms ache. here I am. under the power of the same bus driver, who counts his...
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Sep.04.2010
I just watched “The Story of Stuff” with my oldest son today.  The film tries to illuminate the cost of everything we consume to our planet.  The earth is literally being buried beneath a mountain of American garbage.  I’m grateful for works like this and brave people like its filmmaker Annie...
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Aug.21.2010
This week is Ki Chi Saga Days. I realize that means practically nothing to most of the United States.  But in my small community, Ki Chi Saga days means our community celebration.  I have been involved with the festival one way or another for almost ten years now.  I value volunteering locally as...
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Aug.12.2010
Frida, cat I named you. You could care less.  But what are you, if the name I chose has no meaning? What must a cat call itself? Dust stirrer, bug stalker, button fiend, purr singer tooth tongue?                                 Shadow jumper, snake tail, pink ear war-maker carpet keeper, big paw...
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Aug.07.2010
One.   Where are you going, my love? Where have you been? I have been to the kitchen and back -to the living room. I climbed the walls of our garden - a copper penny under my tongue to buy you from the dead. I knew you had gone. Where are you going, love? Where have you been? My hands are as...
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Jul.29.2010
This is the second chapter of a new project for me – a memoir of children, parenting sons and longing for a daughter. At this point, my husband has agreed to one more child. We’ve set a date to start trying – still a year away. I wanted to take this year to spend some time writing and thinking...
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Jul.28.2010
I must have been in kindergarten – this is one of my earliest memories.   I was elated, running home up the green hill toward the three pines.  This was the border that crowned the school yard, separating school from the sidewalk and the short road home.  We had made paper kites in class that day...
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Jul.25.2010
This is the beginning of a new project for me – a memoir of children, parenting sons and longing for a daughter.  At this point, my husband has agreed to one more child.  We’ve set a date to start trying – still a year away.  I wanted to take this year to spend some time writing and thinking about...
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Jul.23.2010
Travis Coyne 2010
This summer I decided to do something extravagant for my garden.  I recruited a photographer (my brother) to take pictures of everything as it bloomed – from the dark chocolate lilies, the tomatoes and morning glories, to the shy, new grapes, peeking out from beneath their shady, green leaves like...
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Jul.22.2010
This is the beginning of a new project for me – a memoir of children, parenting sons and longing for a daughter. At this point, my husband has agreed to one more child. We’ve set a date to start trying – still a year away. I wanted to take this year to spend some time writing and thinking about why...
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