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Being Human
Joy Harjo has a book titled How We Became Human. She opens it with an epigraph by Nizzar Kabbani: What kind of nation is this Deleting Love from its curriculum The mystery of a women's eyes What kind of nation is this Battling each rain cloud... You do not have to...
Lighting a Winter Wonderland
I told my husband no one would be at the annual Lighting of the Library, and that we had better get there on time. The latest snow was shin deep and falling hard. Then again, since it was about the fifth storm, and not as big as two of the others, we are getting...
Thanksgiving Woman’s Day Column
Here's my Thanksgiving Woman's Day column, thought you might like it. Feel free to share it with friends.
Happy Thanksgiving
I was sleeping in a bit, seeing as how this is a holiday, and it's a been a long snowy week, and my husband is finally home from deer hunting, and I don't have to leap up to let an old dog out or bring the hens water, when the the phone rang. My husband who had been...
Tragedy Strikes
If losing my good old dog weren't enough, my beloved pet hens are now all dead. We had a break in and murder early Friday morning in their cozy coop. I can still hardly breathe it was so awful. They trusted me to keep them safe and I didn't. The trouble with living...
Sunday’s Thought
Their silence can be one of their most endearing traits. Not muteness- absence of linguistic noise. There is no awkwardness in a shared silent moment with a dog- a gaze from the dog on the other side of the room- lying sleepily alongside each other. It is when...
Te and Bread
Er, eh, te, zed, id... I was "dinged to death" as my mother would have said at Scrabble last night. I walked out onto the road and across the way to the neighbors, taking the plowed driveway route rather than the usual garden path, since there is five feet of...