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It was a Saturday in June. My husband has been talking about that day 11 years ago when I was completing my last MLA residency and my mother was dying. I did not know this about my mother, and he says now how he remembers how happy I looked when I gave my speech. I…
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Southern Poverty Law Center tracks hate crimes from racist and the political right and left. They make a difference. More than forty years ago, our friend Bunny told me that she donated $100 each month to charity. Her food budget was less than half that. I was stunned that she was able to afford this. And…
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All this month, I have been writing for National Novel Writing Month (NaNo). My early goal, before November began, was to complete a science fiction novel. I had written 15 k in April, and hoped about 7k of it was worthwhile. But as November approached I lost confidence. I have written several novels—seriously. The…
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Translations are a bitch. If readers—especially those with no great interest in other cultures or mythology—want a fast-moving, understandable fantasy tale, this might be just the ticket. I want history and truth and anthropology. I want art. This translation is modestly literate and probably relatively accurate. Despite imposition of semi-iambic pentameter and use of modern…
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This morning Gary and I walked the length of the beach to the north. We were out for two hours. A little more. We started early, but it is a holiday weekend, and there were many people on the beach we didn’t know. Most of them had loose dogs with them. Several of the dogs…
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We went away for the weekend. Such a simple thing to do though rare for us because for all of our marriage until recently, we had the animals to consider. There were dogs, usually five or six of them. There were the cats, only one at a time. Zora bit. Leakey pined. This recent trip…
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The West is burning. In 1975, Canadian friends picked me up in Seattle to ride with them to Colorado. The driver was Jeff, and Jeff smoked cigarettes. At one point, he tossed the lit butt of a cigarette out his window. It was early September, the end of a long, hot, dry summer. We were…
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We found this shrew on the beach the other day. A sad little creature. We find fish sometimes, but also this tiny rodent which had no business a hundred feet out on the sand. Every morning as we head out on our walk, I write essays in my head. They are usually the same essay…
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We watched birds on the beach this morning, but it is Veteran’s Day, so Gary and I talked about our dads’ military service. Gary’s dad joined the Army during World War 2, but was mustered out as a result of a hernia. He joined again, this time the Army Air Force and spent the war…
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When my husband was young, sometimes he would sit on the back steps in a parched Arizona payday waiting for his dad to get home with groceries. Another family of four children was left alone for the weekend that turned into a week or maybe two. The woman who told me about her childhood was…
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