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Like opening the fridge door. Like popping a balloon full of amber confetti. Like being immersed in a painting by Claude Monet. Like being in a movie about a woman whose heart is finally open to a life she once only dreamed of. Cinnamon… Continue Reading “The Gift”
If you’ve been following my blog for a bit, you’ve probably observed that I get tied-up in knots; I go round and around, jump as if someone’s pushing me, and when I finally land, the proverbial parachute cords have lassoed my legs paralyzing my… Continue Reading “When Place is Your Teacher”
Writing by the lake. In my dreams I’ve sat here on a cold rock bathing in the silence of air. No sounds. No talking. Just the tap, tap, tapping of my fingers against the keyboard, which, in this environment, is amplified, sounding vulgar and intrusive. It… Continue Reading “Eastern Sierras in the Fall”
I need to be wild. I used to be B- wild. Now I’m D- wild. I am cautious and predictable. I like order. Not a fan of environmental chaos. I need coffee-specked kitchen counters wiped down and shiny. I like to sip mad-hot French… Continue Reading “just had to break free”
Look at me: Overweight. Vulnerable. Entering a new chapter of life. Periods separate the letters. If only things were that clear. Like so many of us, I don’t know what’s going to happen in the Fall. I suspect we’ll do some remote teaching/learning and… Continue Reading “l.o.v.e.”
Some people think it’s 4.5 weeks we’ve been sheltered in place. For me, it’s been both. I’ve been in NYC for more than a month and I’ve known my granddaughter just shy of that. What an extraordinary time to be born. A time of… Continue Reading “Consider the lilies of the field”