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White geraniums? So much new. So maybe I don’t have the right to just sit down after a year’s absence, or near enough, and begin posting again like nothing happened. And believe you me, things happened. I’ll have more to share once I clear these lingering bits of literary laryngitis. For now, I invite you […]
Sawyer, In Daddy’s Gloves, Watering and Watching (photo by Sawyer’s Mommy). When I was five years old, I ironed my father’s cotton handkerchiefs for a penny per handkerchief. (If those wages seem exploitative, remember that at the time, a candy bar cost a dime.) I grew up in an era where household chores were everyone’s duty and cash […]
The Ocean Calls Her Rivers Home. Oregon, 2014. Another Thin Place Does fresh water, running towards the sea, stretch a place thin*? I’ve written before (more than once) about Laity Lodge and the tranquility that inhabits the air on the campus along the banks of the Frio river. Last week, my husband and I visited Oregon to watch […]
The Frio. [I offer this encore post because I am away at the Lodge through Sunday. I expect to have new wonders to share upon my return.] What I Learned at Laity Lodge I’ve been home two weeks now, and I’m still unpacking. Not my suitcase–it’s empty and back in the basement–but my heart. I told […]
All Those Layers Somewhere along the way, you may have been taught that onions don’t belong in the refrigerator. Well, I’m here today to testify: they don’t. Okay–here’s the thing. Habitually, I put an onion in the fridge for some hours before I peel it to reduce its impact on my tear ducts. And last […]
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