Ivan and I have been picking blueberries from our own bushes in our own backyard. The bushes are probably fifty years old, planted by Ivan’s dad before he was born. The blueberry skin is velvety on my fingers, like flower petals. The berries an explosion of flavor on my tongue. Ivan says this is a […]
I did not know at first if I wanted to talk about my miscarriage. A part of me wants to, because our child is real, the first we conceived. If we move on, have other children, and never talk about this one, it will be as if he or she never existed. I don’t want
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Outside, that is. Yesterday I spent a couple of hours crimping hay for Ivan–a new skill for me. He laughed–so thankful he’s not the kind of guy to get mad–when I crimped the first 6 or 8 rows the wrong direction. Yes, the wrong direction, in spite of the fact that we both repeated an
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There is a sprawling and volatile discussion going on right now in America on race and racism. It is a discussion that has been ongoing and rising in crescendo since Phyllis Wheatley penned her gentle early lines in the 1700’s: Some view our sable race with scornful eye,”Their colour is a diabolic dye.”Remember, Christians, Negroes,
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Sometimes pictures say enough. Here are a few of my favorites from the past month: Did any of the pictures pique your curiosity? Ask me anything. :)
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