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Monday, December 8th, 2008I’m on my way up. And there are signs—if I look for them, listen to them, use all my senses to detect them—if I don’t, then it’s the lurch in the stomach on the down curve of the rollercoaster that’s often the first sign.
If I’m really paying attention, then I hear it when my [...]
Raking leaves
Monday, November 24th, 2008Some memories are like early fall’s leaves. Red, coral, gold. Yellow dappled with green. Round, smooth- edged birch leaves, almost lemony-yellow. Jagged-edged, tough golden beech leaves, veined and oblong. The classic, red/gold/orange sugar maples, the kind of fall leaf children draw when asked to draw the Platonic Fall Leaf. Blood red, delicate Japanese maple leaves, [...]
Better Living Through Chemistry
Monday, November 10th, 2008It sounds like one of those 1950 and 1960s era filmstrips we thirty and forty somethings like to mock, the irony of those pitifully naïve exhortations of the wonders of science now apparent– global warming, polluted oceans and seafood, tainted freshwater and food supplies, obesity, etc. The list is endless. But modern medicine, [...]
I Want a New Tattoo
Friday, October 31st, 2008Or a piercing. Or hair color. Or something. Something new. I just cut all my hair off and then pierced the top of my left ear and that will have to do because my kids tell me that anything else more radical is crossing some kind of ‘line’ and I’ll be that mom that doesn’t [...]
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