Reading through old emails, I came across this description which I love, entitled: LEAVES They are all over the ground, masses of them in damp earthy profusion. All over our yard. I love the smell of them, the moistness, the damp earthiness. The orangeness and yellowness of them. They are muted, not too startling, but […]
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My first day in downtown Chicago, I rode the Metra from a nearby suburb into Union Station. Streams of people, dressed in Chicago Cubs shirts or baseball caps or carrying purses with Chicago Cubs logos, exited the train with me. A friendly blonde pony-tailed girl–she said she had off classes for the day and was
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Does anyone else remember making birthday cards for your parents adorned with extravagant crayon messages like: “To the best dad in the whole wide world” or “To the best best best best best mom ever”? I still feel that way about my parents! Of course they’re not really perfect, and of course I know they’re
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Ever feel like you are hanging upside down in life, swinging wildly by your feet and going nowhere? That’s how I feel today, with a book that needs written, a school year that needs planned (because school starts next week and I’m the teacher), and dishes that very badly need doing. My verse for this
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Or rather, in my writing Hut. When I set my first mouse trap in my forest van sanctuary, I felt I was committing an unethical act akin to that of the American military rounding up Natives–if not in magnitude, at least in attitude. After all, this was the traditional territory of mice, woodpeckers, and poison
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