Category Archives: Books

The Challenge

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You may have noticed I haven’t written much lately. Yes, I’ve been busy, on the road a lot. But that’s not the only reason. I write in fits and spurts. Something twigs and off I go. Then nothing. For months. … Continue reading

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Threads, Musings, Connections – on a Blogging Anniversary

Some years ago, I was in a writing workshop and someone asked the workshop leader how to become a better writer. A rather arrogant sort with wild Albert Einstein-like hair and little glasses on his nose, he rolled his eyes, … Continue reading

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Genes, Generations and The Sisterhood

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Soon I will be an old, white-haired lady, into whose lap someone places a baby, saying, “Smile, Grandma!” – I, who myself so recently was photographed on my grandmother’s lap.  ~Liv Ullman I am home with a cold. I’m exhausted. … Continue reading

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Lists of Lists and the Master Procrastinator

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Sweetie was bugging me today. Not that that’s unusual. It seems to amuse him. To be honest, it generally amuses me too. But I don’t tell him that. We had headed out to do some errands. One of them was … Continue reading

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Real – and Ethereal

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“What is REAL?” asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. “Does it mean having things buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?” Except from … Continue reading

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The Worry List

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Good news. I’m off the worry list.  My sister’s on it. She’s been there for several months and normally she’s never on it so this is very worrisome. My  brother’s on it. He occupies a permanent space… just moves up and down. … Continue reading

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Imagine…

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December 8th. The day John Lennon died. There’s nothing to say about that that hasn’t been said. And “nothing you can say that can’t be sung.” I’ve been learning to play this on the piano. So much power in one word. … Continue reading

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