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Since I began weaving in earnest, I’ve been rewatching television online, shows I’ve already seen, or tried to see, when they first aired. Monk. Psych. Just now, it’s Grey’s Anatomy. But I’m not really all that interested in these shows or even in telling about the weaving I am getting done, though that will surely…
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“The arc of the moral universe is long, but it bends towards justice.” —Dr. Martin Luther King. It’s raining. I made chili for our lunch. We ate chocolate chip cookies from the freezer. I got the April warp through the reed while watching the ninth season of Grey’s Anatomy, which means I haven’t seen any…
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Before the oncologist spoke to my family, the nurse had already requested that certain procedures be stopped. Daily vitals and turning to prevent bedsores. “We don’t want to keep calling him back if he is trying to leave us,” she said. I sat beside his bed pretending to myself that I was studying for a…
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I think of March 9th as the start of the pandemic because 9 March 2020 was the day I stopped seeing people, the day I began taking precautions. Gary or the news might tell me we started on another day, in my head it was the 9th. I had shopped in Portland, played Scrabble with…
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I was often the smallest person in any group, often the youngest too. That age difference changed decades ago, but I am still surprised to discover I am the oldest in a group. I am still often the smallest (my friend Madora is smaller than me, but she’s the only one). I have fantasized about…
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My mouth fell open the first time someone asked if my newborn was a “good baby.” How do I answer that? Of course he was good, but people really weren’t asking about goodness. On any scale of goodness, all babies are good. What they really wanted to know was whether my baby cried or slept.…
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I think about color. I think about color often. I am sitting up in bed as I write, and before me is an abstract expressionist painting by a friend of my aunt Marcie (Marcia Smith Aron). Marked 1959 and “Floral Growth” on the back, it is tied to memories from my aunt’s house in Berkeley…
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Blue skies and pouring rain have alternated all day today so we did not get our walk. We were too busy yesterday and needed a break that not involve wind-driven rain. It was meant to be a peaceful day. Driving rain and sunshine pouring past my window at the same time. And then… the news.…
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