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Eclipse

I saw a dragonfly land on my clothesline, like this tiny alien dropped in from some other dimension. Only, amazingly, it wasn’t. It didn’t. Dragonflies, ta da! exists in this world. Astonishing! And seeing this critter I found I needed another word to use instead of one that derived from someone once called Drumpf. I settle on Eclipse: Dragonflies eclipse what I read in the newspaper yesterday. I’m skipping the news today and staring at leaves.   The view outside my window is absolutely green. That’s the best descriptive word I can find for it. It’s basically a bunch of leaves. There’s something profoundly restful and maybe even newsworthy about those green leaves waving around out there, those thriving plants, deep deep green with chlorophyll and sunshine and chemistry happening on the spot. It’s hard to think these same magnolia trees were iced and blowing wildly in a snow storm only a moment ago. A few days. That’s how it seems. All seasons and times blended into one—th...
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A Peace Offering

I realized I've let this blog go dark. I blame 2020 and the small fact that nobody actually reads blogs. My year was probably a lot like yours: a bit like a roller coaster, with a lot of hurtling downhill. I'm sure I don't need to expound, except that for me, the high points generally involved these two cute little people, who arrived in April and June:   Which felt like amazing gifts in the middle of the rest of everything.  I found I couldn't write last year, as things developed, and fell apart, and sometimes exploded. Silence, even in the face of growing awareness of suffering and inequity may still be very far from violence. Sometimes silence is listening. Processing. And listening sometimes takes all your energy as you reach to understand something that no one can ever completely understand--another person's suffering--through hearing their stories. Sometimes it becomes almost impossible to listen, like when people who in face-to-face real life are thoughtful, ...

Diminish Your Sense of Isolation During Social Distancing: Read Aloud to Your Ficus

With many/most of us stuck at home waiting out the novel Corona virus and generally freaking out because, I mean, plagues and earthquakes? Waking up and your bed is shaking and lights swinging from the ceiling and now that the power is back on are you going to have a job tomorrow? And there's no toilet paper on the store shelves, and more importantly, Harmon's is running out of Cadbury eggs!  Gah! So stop stockpiling already! So, you could sit around frying your brains and shortening your attention spans obsessively scrolling through social-media feeds, watching cat videos, binge-watching Netflix...  Or you could maybe re-discover the pleasure of reading aloud--to your cat or your brother or your roommates or sister. Or to your fiddle-leaf ficus plant. Whatever or whoever you happen to be stuck inside with. Ficus is a good listener Might as well make it a community thing. Loneliness can suck your soul as much as any virus. Even alone with a book you...

In Spite of Valentine's: Writing Effective & Tasteful Romance & Emotion without Any Sap or Cheese Whatsoever

So, Valentine’s Day. It was bound to show up eventually this year. I appreciate today for precisely one reason: See’s California Brittle, which you can get in milk or dark chocolate and comes pre-packaged in 8-oz. bags so you don't have to stand in a two-hour line like all the poor sods who want special-order mixed boxes. Aside from Valentine’s Day always slinking around in my least-favorite month of February, which tends to be brown, and aside from three-hour wait-times at every decent restaurant in town, not to mention the in-your-face reminder to everyone not currently in a happy relationship that their lives lack that certain spark, I hold three special grudges against St. Valentine’s day. No offense to the patron saint of courtly love and epilepsy, or anyone who likes to pray to him. 1.     Purple, pink, and red look ugly together. I mean, really. 2.     Pepto-bismol-flavored candy hearts. 3.    Romance does not , in fact, ...

THIS YEAR I PLAN TO COMPLICATE MY LIFE

I enjoyed the Marie Kondo thing. Really. (Is it over yet?). For example, I enjoyed the fabulous new pants and cosy wool sweater I acquired when my friend Emily, a violist in the Utah Symphony, Marie-Kondoed her closet. And I enjoyed all the articles people wrote in response to the Kondo craze, like the one in the Guardian by the writer who decided to ditch all her friends who didn’t spark joy…and then realized the only person left was herself. Oh, well. I especially liked the article/s reacting to Marie’s supposed claim about books, that nobody needs to own more than thirty (wait, people can actually live without hundreds of books?) which included interviews of people who loved their various huge, messy, beautiful libraries. I spent some time after that gazing at my own huge, messy, beautiful library, and tried to imagine whispering to each book as I loaded it into a box to throw away, “Thank you for your service.” And decided I didn’t actually have that much imagination. I didn’t get...