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And now for something completely different…

I am coming out of the closet. I here confess a great weakness: I don’t like to stay focused on one new interest very long. I reach a point where I feel I have learned the steps and I move … Continue reading

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What I Did for My Summer Vacation

Well, my friends, it has been a long time. The constant tug I feel for spinning thoughts into poetry (of one kind or another) sometimes performs work of a different kind. This summer it generated letters with actual stamps, an … Continue reading

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Anyone can write poetry

I want to write. When I write well and that magic thing happens, that long silky ribbon of of words that surprises even me, my soul sighs, profoundly content. It is like the winter yearning of my friend Aula to get … Continue reading

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Reading Aloud to a Reluctant Family

I love words. I love what some people can do with them, and the blogs I follow are such writers. They inspire me. One of them is The Gluten Free Girl and the Chef. On November 1, 2013 she posted … Continue reading

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I know what Barnabas is doing this summer…

I hardly slept last night. When Robbo and Barnabas returned last night from their Mandala Fellowship Retreat, they came brimming with stories to tell.  This 48 hour whirlwind sample of Leigh Bortin’s Mandala Fellowship captured both son and husband. Barnabas … Continue reading

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Verses from a Vermont Hilltop

I found a book of poetry on the coffee table at the Ears, Nose and Throat office in Springfield, and borrowed it. Unless urgency insists I carry something to the house when I arrive at home, some items can get … Continue reading

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Give Me a Break

I felt tiny pricks of guilt now and again. Leaving the kids home with their college-age brother who would be more interested in doing his computer project than supervising chores. Supporting the conversion of a former farming community into a … Continue reading

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