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Kneeling on the dirty living room rug, the twins swarm and climb on my back, my legs, my shoulders. With focused determination I slowly piece together a ridiculously complicated floor puzzle. Over time a large smiling farmer perches happily atop a John Deere...
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Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing (or wrong turns and right turns), there is a field. I’ll meet you there. -Rumi * * * If life’s a highway, then I’m in trouble. I felt good when I turned 30, knowing I had...
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. . . I return again to a remarkable story by Isak Dinesen form her years spent in Africa. One day, out in the bush, she came upon a beautiful snake, its skin glistening with subtle, variegated colors. She raved so much about that snakeskin that one of her...
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I left the house in a huff of anger and frustration, pulling away from the curb without a plan. I wanted quiet and space and a place to use my computer and phone, but beyond all of that I needed to be near water. I needed to sit and watch it moving,...
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Isaiah stands at the low wooden shelf of the changing table with his chubby hand tugging on the handle of a basket that’s stuck. Unable to get to the books trapped inside, he turns to me whining and fussing to communicate his desire. Seizing...
