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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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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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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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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 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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As I type, the night zombie is in the street screaming to no one: “Keep your opinions to yourself!” It is 6:35am and as he turns a corner, two blocks away now, the voice fades to where I can no longer make out his words. At least in the city, the dogs are mostly leashed.…
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I knew this was coming because the editor had contacted me, but it was still a surprise. I had been working so hard on the novel that when Gary brought me the mail, I wondered why I’d gotten two copies of the OEJ. My essay about “Best Teaching Moments” was chosen to appear first in…
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I have always dreamed in color, brilliant skies and water and greens. I might be flying on the back of a horse or flying as that horse. My bad dreams are typical: unprepared for something like a test (grades 1-12), a class (university), teaching (standing before students and teaching something I know almost nothing about).…
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On my run this morning I thought about how, as a teenager, I used to plan my life. Alone or partnered? With or without children? Horses? Goats? I was still dreaming of five acres and independence in college when I completed a sustainable living plan for a Botany class using a book by that title…
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It might have been a very young Ruby who used to say: “Doing?” as in “What are you doing?” Knitting, reading, and revising and submitting two stories and four poems. And working on the novel. You remember that? The book? I meant to take a break from the novel, slow down, get some rest, but…
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