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Turning the Page
On January 5, 2019 | 2 Comments

Everett came into the kitchen yesterday and said, “I’m sad Christmas is over.” And it is. Suddenly. Our tree is still up, some decorations still out, but Everett is right. Everyone is back to work or school, and yesterday my parents went on their way. So now–for real and for true–we seemed to have turned […]

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Observed at a Restaurant off Fremont Street
On November 12, 2018 | 0 Comments

We arrive relieved and a little breathless from the din. We almost didn’t find it; I had considered giving up. But there it is on 6th Street, just past the tortilla place. Here is something different from the rest of Las Vegas: low ceiling, warm light, a host who enjoys the word “patio.” He invites […]

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Missing Everett
On March 9, 2018 | 1 Comments

Everett has been away from us now for five months, one week and four days. I didn’t know the exact count until preparing to write that first sentence: I haven’t been marking the calendar with an x every day; I haven’t been keeping a countdown. Which isn’t to say I don’t miss him, that we don’t miss […]

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Contingencies
On November 28, 2017 | 2 Comments

Lately I am thinking of contingency. Standing in her office, my editor reminded me that writing is a job just as ditch-digging is. The ditch must be dug. Must not also the writing be written? She is right, of course. The ditch-digger goes to work and digs her ditch; so must the writer go to […]

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Such a Thing as Always
On August 12, 2017 | 2 Comments

And because it was so beautiful, it set me longing, always longing. Somewhere there must be more of it. C.S. Lewis, Til We Have Faces Before our son’s wedding in July, I had never been to the Pacific Northwest, never seen British Columbia, never been in Seattle. Well, okay, I had been in the Seattle airport. […]

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Field Day
On February 13, 2017 | 0 Comments

It has always been the field at the bottom of our neighborhood, the backyard of the community pool. Earliest memory finds us there with baby William at his first Easter, eight months old and unable to walk and sitting in the sand that is the volleyball court. We were late for the egg hunt, but […]

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Window
On November 12, 2016 | 1 Comments

This is the picture window in our breakfast room. It hasn’t always looked like this. I don’t think we wrote on it–ever–until Emma was home-schooled in the 7th grade. That’s when she helped me see that this window would make an excellent substitute for a white board. And so, throughout her three years of home-school, […]

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Holidays
On January 1, 2016 | 0 Comments

“You can’t really see the days. I mean, look at the days with your eyes.”                                                                   -Theo, age 4. 1 July 2015December 1990: For […]

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Worth the Effort
On June 26, 2015 | 1 Comments

I didn’t know if I’d like it. Bill was confident I would. He knows that I like good, hard exercise, that when I finish a workout, I like to be gasping, panting, drenched through with sweat, and enjoying that crazy clean feeling in my bronchial tubes–a clean that only comes from breathing extra hard for […]

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Dreaming in Babies
On April 15, 2015 | 2 Comments

Lately I dream in babies. Almost always they are my own, earlier incarnations of these same beings who, even now–at eighteen, and sixteen, and fourteen–do much to order my day. A week ago it was Emma, suddenly arriving while I visited with a friend who was in the midst of moving house. Boxes and displaced […]

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