Life in the fast lane--where's the on ramp?

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Sunday, April 18, 2010

The weather's great,

But I'm so tired. Exhausted. For some reason I ain't enjoying these lovely days, have no ambition and there are so many things I need to get at. I think about the garage: converting it to an arts/crafts studio. But that's all I can bring myself to do, think about it. Every job seems too complicated.... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, April 17, 2010

From the poet's file:

IT ALL DEPENDS ON HOLLYHOCKS In my back yard on Hale Avenue, red hollyhocks grew bright: tall stems against the back fence, stacks of happy blooms one above the other, hello yellow centers smiling and nodding. Before I left the house on Hale Avenue I grabbed seed pods fat fuzzy coins that held the... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, April 16, 2010

Incident in a writer's life

The note was written on lined notebook paper, the page carefully trimmed to leave half an inch on both sides, and an inch above and below, then folded neatly and tucked into an envelope that is beginning to darken with age. Waste not, want not. I found it waiting for me when I went to the Library to... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, April 12, 2010

"In spring the young man's fancy

lightly turns to thoughts of what the girls have been thinking about all winter." This was the stock opening line of our high school principal's remarks in the school's annual spring assembly. Laurence (Squeekin) Deacon was a fixture at MHS for more than 40 years, and as fine a man as ever held that... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, April 11, 2010

What is love?

One answer: We are conjured voiceless out of nothing and must return to an unknowing state. What happens in between is an uncontrolled dance, and what we ask for in love is no more than a momentary chance to get the steps right, to move in harmony until the music stops. Louis Erdrich, from Tales of... Sign in to see full entry.

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Houston, we have a problem.

I sent out email reminders on Wed that Thurs was the deadline for members to get their 5 pages out to everyone. The Write Group meets this Thurs. I sent my bit in the email -- that bit of fiction I posted here on Blogit a couple days back about the little sleeper spy girl. Friday I got an email from... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, April 10, 2010

Not to beat a dead horse, but

Louise Erdrich was interviewed on Bill Moyers' Journal on PBS last night. The book I talked about yesterday is already more than 10 years old, but she's got a new one out that sounds even more intrigueing -- it's called Shadow Tag. Remember when you were a kid and the game was to step on the other... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, April 9, 2010

Tales of Burning Love -- by Louise Erdrich

This book, by one of my favorite writers, was a bargain I picked up off the shelves at Carnegie's, the little bookstore/coffee shop at the library. It was published by HarperCollins in 1996 -- how could I have missed this one? Surprisingly enough, it's really about fire -- and the five former wives... Sign in to see full entry.

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Letter from a friend

Jean called me yesterday after she walked down to the mail box and picked up her mail. There was a letter from June, she said. It was beautifully written, her handwriting is like mine was when I was in school, perfectly drawn and clear. Nothing like the handwriting of a woman of 92. Jean read it to... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, April 8, 2010

A moment of silence for Wilma Mankiller

They announced yesterday on NPR that Wilma Mankiller, age 64, passed away two days ago after losing her battle with cancer. Ms. Mankiller had served for ten years as tribal chief of the Cherokee Nation, its first ever female chief. She was also a mother, one who worked for the betterment of all... Sign in to see full entry.

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