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    Rest is the best

    A few days ago, my friend Ona over at On A Thought wrote about Spending Time. I can’t stop thinking about it. Right when I read it, I went in to comment, thinking something like “Amen!” or “Preach!” But as so often happens to me, once I started writing, I started having things to say. Lots of things to say,…

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    Talking About the Weather

    I suspect that spending time with me, these days, is a bit like walking through a land with that kind of weather that changes in a heartbeat. I don’t mean that it just changes the way it does everywhere, like how everywhere I have lived, people say “Don’t like the weather in ____? Wait five minutes!” [Spoiler alert: they say…

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    Homeplace

    Things my house and I have in common: mismatched colorful cozy welcoming needs some work some projects are perpetually unfinished leaks here and there filled with memories shared with my best people blends old and new lots of blue full of found items: ground scores, curb scores, thrifts, and gifts outer doors don’t always close or open right difficult to…

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    Equinox!

    On an equinox, day and night are of equal length; the dark time and light time balance each other. This Sunday was the Vernal Equinox, but it also was a sort of personal equinox for me. It is a time of turning over to a new season, on levels literal, emotional, metaphorical. There really have been no appropriate bins of…

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    Vacation Math

    Seven crossword puzzles in bed Four airplanes Two car rides Five helpings of guacamole Three kinds of ceviche Two sea turtles munching grass Two surprise rainstorms Five fruit smoothies Four omelets One Mayan city One underground lake Seven books One million percent better

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    Mornings working from home

    Some mornings I need a little more quiet time than most mornings have. Time for coffee, for sitting in my bathrobe looking at nothing, just sitting. Time for the dreams to fade and the body to loosen. Time for prayer or notebook writing or a shower or to just take a minute, or to dress or take pills or make…

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    Anthropologists from Space

    What will the anthropologists that visit us from space make of it all? What will they make of our face masks… protection from a virus, or just adornments for our mouths, like an heirloom brooch or cheap flashy earrings? What will they make of all these words on our t-shirts: Coke, Obama/Biden ‘08, Penn State, IZOD, 6th Annual 5k Race,…

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    From the crayon box

    I know I’m not the only person who loves the brand new box of crayons, the bigger pack the better. All those tips not yet worn down, all those colors laid out in their tidy rows. And that brand-new-crayon smell! I had a favorite crayon color: blue-green. It was in the 64-pack with sharpener, of course, and in the satisfyingly…