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All of the things of fall are as beautiful in their dying as they were in their birth, as if it were a farewell party, a last hurrah, a riotous wake. May I also be beautiful in my surrender, fading from green to brilliant orange or red, and may the moment of my...
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This post from 2012 is one of my favorites. The twins were just over a year old, Solomon was four and Sophia was in first grade. I can’t find the pictures that go with that Halloween, they’re on an old computer, but the story should...
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What does the bud feel the day before its opening? Deep desire for the light and the anticipation of dancing in the wind. And what of the bud that fails to open, standing closed along-side its star-burst sisters? Maybe she sleeps still, content with the dream of...
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(Photo Source here, CC License.) Let’s just say it’s, oh, I don’t know . . . 90 degrees in the building that houses the high school’s swimming pool. And humid. Yes, very humid, like a sauna or a spa, although you’ll want to get the very idea of any...
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I am the mouse who climbed up the side of the milk pail, intending only to take a sip. Leaning, I slipped, and landed in a sea of creamy white. I am drowning now in this moment of sweetness. There is no option left, but to surrender to its delight. Photo...
