Jan 31, 2025

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Fixing it
Jan 31, 2025

“Repair” is a word I learned in a new context when I was a Special Education teacher. In that context it related to the ability of a person to make things right with another person after he/she/they have done something…

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The Work of Repair
Jan 31, 2025

Assuming our government, our country, does not explode and drown—from fire to ice—like the crash of January 29, assuming that, that it just “falls apart” – whatever that might mean,” can it be repaired? When my son was little ---…

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A Long Winter
Jan 31, 2025

There was a chill in the air. Somehow there was always a chill in the air. Winter lodged itself into the marrow, and from there every blood cell carried it afield till the very core was but a faint pulse…

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Asya (2 of ?)
Jan 31, 2025

When the pandemic hit, Jackson was a month from graduating but CASE sent everyone home. He quarantined in our driveway for two weeks in our junky RV we take to Burning Man. Asya was still a sophomore and couldn't go…

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the work of repair
Jan 31, 2025

there is a healing that's needed, a reckoning. it will start with listening. hard feelings must have their say. it will start with feeling. it will start with voicing. it will need rest. it will need a deep honoring of…

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Yeah Hard Days’ Night
Jan 30, 2025

Will I ever be able to quit my day job? At this rate, things are grim. I am almost 68 years old and still working full-time with many of my coworkers, who are a bit or a lot younger than…

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Calliope
Jan 30, 2025

Several years ago I resolved to write every day no matter what, even if all I wrote was about the weather or the company or my health. I have had such days, many. I suppose I am so superstitious that…

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Life after menopause
Jan 30, 2025

She knew it was the beginning of the end, that first time she had to work so hard to reach organism that the achievement was crowned on the shocking crest of an insistent pounding above her temples, the new price…

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My oyster friend
Jan 30, 2025

If suffering is the essence of life— no growth without stimulus, spaciousness without unraveling, freedom-from without instigating irritant, pearl without grit— what does that make me after the assaulting wave recedes? Where does the essence of friendship go after we…

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