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Am I the only one who finds the new NaNoWriMo site clunky, uncooperative, and downright annoying? Communication in forums is impossible (I find nothing when I click that link) and with buddies seems challenging (a message from a buddy waited to be read for a week because I didn’t notice it was there). In fact, if this…
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My husband and I both grew up with Velveeta, which is not really cheese at all. I remember my father loving blues and sharp cheddars, but my brother and I were fed toasted cheese sandwiches made with horrible pre-sliced white bread, Velveeta, and margarine. That “cheese product” melts like glue. I am embarrassed to admit…
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We each found a piece of sea glass this morning on our walk. “Our work is done,” Gary said. It is a common line between the two of us, a joke, but also reflects our sense that gathering abandoned graham cracker packets and finding pretty things is our excuse for walking. Recently, while we were…
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Three layers of vanilla sponge with strawberry jam and a lot of strawberry buttercream flavored with jam and powdered organic freeze-dried strawberries! She liked the cake, though she was not expecting pink frosting—and to think how hard I worked to make it both pink and tasting of strawberries! (I cropped her from the photo to…
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…you might kiss one. A group of at least a dozen people stayed next door this past weekend. (Gary says they were likely Swedish because of the white caps and running about barefoot on the sand and even in the water in November.) They took over the depression where Gary had his fire last week and…
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When I was a little girl, I was already fascinated by Japan—the architecture particularly, but also the clothing and food and toys. The fables. Because I lived in a suburb of Seattle, it was easy to visit the House of Rice or Trident Imports and lust after kimono and sandalwood chests. I did not play…
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My husband is one of those older men who have routines. One of Gary’s involves our walks on the beach, another is burning debris. He generally goes out very early in the morning to burn junk mail, rose clippings, and other papers and wood trash he can’t recycle—going to recycling is another of his…
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We walk most every morning, usually for an hour or longer north or south or north and then south. We waved at Tammy when she came out n the sand. Gary spotted limpets. I often think through blog posts as I search the sand for plastic trash and pretty shells. I consider politics and friends…
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Myth is scripture. Myth is wisdom. Myth is sacred story. Myth is magic and meaning. Myth defines and supports the goodness in us. It shows us a path, and as symbol—never underestimate symbols—myth is always true. Always. As a public high school English teacher I was very respectful in using the word “myth.” I introduced…
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