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  • Helen is back

    Helen is back

    As of a couple of hours ago, Margaret and Helen is back. I agree with a recent comment: “Welcome back. So sorry you need to be here.” What the hell is wrong with the Republican Party?  I mean, fool me once, shame on you.  Fool me twice, shame on me.  Fool me for three indictments…

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  • NOW & THEN

    NOW & THEN

    Today is the 70th anniversary of the end of the 1950-1953 Korean War, one of the first international conflicts of the Cold War era. —CNN’s 5 Things Right there: “Korean War.” It was studiously called a “police action” when I was a girl. No war was declared and we were corrected if we slipped and referred to…

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  • THROW A SHRIMP ON THE BARBIE

    I can’t be the only one sick of hearing about Barbie. I could write about my Barbie doll—the original gifted by my mother; I do not remember asking for one—and how much I disliked her hair and makeup. Instead: weather, birds, writing, and a mountain lion. It’s been hot in Portland, cool on the coast.…

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  • WHINING

    WHINING

    Gary has gone to the store to get chocolate chips so that I will make cookies. Otherwise, I am sitting with knitting, staring at the ocean, and fussing. (I have completed two gifts and begun knitting a third.) I am going to whine in a way only a spoiled person would so you might not…

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  • REMEMBERING ANN

    REMEMBERING ANN

    In grade school, I wanted desperately to have a best friend. I knew girls who had piano lessons, dance, modeling, swim classes. I did none of those things. My best First Grade friend moved away and for a long time I had friends, but no one “best.”

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  • INDEPENDENCE DAY

    INDEPENDENCE DAY

    Locals mostly hate the Fourth of July. Too many people, loose dogs, and illegal fireworks going off at all hours. During my run this morning, a dog charged me, barking deeply, and the owner didn’t even apologize. But also a great many brown pelicans, sand all the way around Hug Point, and Gary built a…

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  • the Summer Night Market in Cannon Beach is CANCELLED

    As of ten minutes ago. No Night Market this summer. People, this is the decision of the Cannon Beach Arts Association, not me. It’s not delayed, but cancelled, and I do not know why. Hi Artists, I truly regret to inform you that the July 1, Summer Night Market has been cancelled. This is the result…

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  • CANCELLED

    CANCELLED

    This coming Saturday—CANCELLED two days before! I have been offered “pop-up” gallery space. Might do that. I will have woven pieces for sale—24 shawls and ruanas (if I can finish the ruanas in time!), maybe an afghan, and two scarves—in a variety of colors, mostly hand painted Canadian merino by Koigu with hand-dyed and handspun…

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  • WAITING

    WAITING

    I’m waiting till 6:30 to go for my run so that we can stop at New Seasons on the way home to pick up tomatoes and avocados. Maybe cheese. The sky is absolutely clear overhead—faintly aqua to pale gold around the edges with strands of pink clouds east of the city. Windows wide open. My…

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  • IMAGINE

    IMAGINE

    Imagine I am an ordinary citizen. When I take a government job, I swear to serve my country and uphold the law. When I leave that job a couple of years ago, I take my personal possessions with me, packed in cardboard boxes. Imagine the Records Office discovers hundreds of documents are missing from my…

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