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“Every Day I Have to Figure Out How to Detach Enough

to have a life that isn’t consumed with anxiety and terror.” “How’s it going,” Jon Lovett asks. “It’s difficult, man.” So says Marc Maron in this week’s podcast of Lovett or Leave It. Maron goes on to counsel that you … Continue reading

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A Ball to the Head

Thursday was my first full day at home without any commitments since returning from Ireland. I planned to garden and open the memoir file on my computer and start to sort out my next steps in the revision process. Instead, … Continue reading

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Summer: There, Here, Gone

I’ve been an infrequent blogger this summer, mostly because for the second summer in a row I’ve largely let go of any writing habit. It started with the week in June with Emilio, playing like a six-year-old since I was … Continue reading

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Peony Porch

    Home, on my porch, as gray storm clouds pitch across the sky and peonies poke through the balusters. For a change I’m not going to miss peony season in my yard. The last couple of years I’ve been … Continue reading

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Unplugged

“This is the most unplugged I’ve been for a long time,” David said last night as we drove back to our house from our camp rental on Jenness Pond.  After three weeks of living on the water, mostly sleeping in … Continue reading

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Youth

As we moved in to summer I started crying, the light letting the sad memories in — how sick Chris was on the 4th of July last year, being in Humarock without Chris and thinking about what it’s like for her widower … Continue reading

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Howl

  The wind was gusting over 30 mph when I pulled in to the driveway late yesterday afternoon. Drifted snow, blown off the fields to the west, covered the path to the porch, I had a full car to unload … Continue reading

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