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Sunday’s Thought
I could have written yesterday, to you-- or begun that new book- or just a poem for me, but I stopped and smelled the lilacs, and took a bike ride with my husband and then went to the first Little League game of the season and watched my granddaughters, in real...
Of Hummingbirds and Hunters
I was on my into the grocery store when I saw Doug Olerud come out of the sports shop next door with a hummingbird feeder and then prop the door wide open. I was just thinking about Doug, and what a good advocate he was for the library when he was on the borough...
Sunday’s Thought
From a poem by Emily Dickinson: Eden is an old-fashioned house We dwell in everyday Without suspecting our abode Until we drive away
A Hooligan Among Hooligans
A postcard from a walk with my dog Forte on the Chilkat flats in Hooligan season. (Hooligan, or is it Hooligans? Are a smelt-like fish that this year have run in the millions up the Chilkoot and Chilkat Rivers.)
Goings On About Town
It is a busy time, everything, it seems, gets jammed into May. Tonight at 6:30 is the K-4 spring concert in the elementary school gym. The littlest musicians have been practicing since Christmas, and I hear that there will be lots of drumming. How fun is that? Plan on...
A Special Sauce
For Mother's Day my family washed the windows and put the screens in and JJ cooked dinner. She made a seafood and vegetable pasta. JJ, unlike her mother, follows recipes. When Sarah, the baby, Brian, and their dog Madi arrived, Sarah said, "it smells great." Then she...
My Kind of Graduation Speech
Well, we saw our son Christian graduate from CU Boulder, sort of. (Which makes three down and two to go.) He texted after he was seated with his 6,000 classmates, "I'm in the middle." He was wearing a black cap and gown. We had no idea which kid he was. We texted...