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To my second-born son: Thirty-six years ago, just now, I was in labor. My first pains were last night and Gary said, “Don’t think about it.” So I didn’t. I went to bed. I got up about now because I couldn’t ignore labor any longer. At the hospital, a nurse examined me. “Well,” she said,…
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One of the assignments I used to give my juniors was to memorize the Preamble to the Constitution of the United States. We the People of the United States, in Order to form a more perfect Union, establish Justice, insure domestic Tranquility, provide for the common defence, promote the general Welfare, and secure the Blessings…
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Today is a big day. Sand Castle Day happened in Cannon Beach and Rose Festival in Portland. It was also World Wide Knit in Public Day, so I took my knitting along with me to the Scandinavian Midsummer Festival in Oaks Park. We’d gone to the Scandinavian Festival closer to home, but this was our…
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I first wrote a review of Sherman Alexie’s memoir, You Don’t Have to Say You Love Me, in August of 2017 on Goodreads. I continue to be mystified by the glowing reviews of this memoir. It seemed to me that Alexie was busy blaming women for what men had done or for what he, himself has failed to…
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I struggle with endings, with hitting the balance between hope and regret. Despite wanting my students to listen carefully, review assignments, and take extra time to perfect their work, I am impatient myself. I always wish I’d done something different, pushed harder, and accomplished more. Monday, I had my students over for a party at…
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In August 2011, I ran from my house to school. It would be the last good run of my life. And it was not good. I had been training all summer for my second official half marathon that October. I ran long one day a week, working up to 12.5 miles, and 3-6 miles other…
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STAR ANISE ANISE FENNEL CARROWAY So. If apples are a fruit, and pineapples are also a fruit, then pineapples are a kind of apple. And pineapples are surely similar to pinecones? Then pinecones must also be apples! Don’t worry, it’s not logical. It’s just the way my day has…
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“The feeling when you are going to get drunk home alone in your underwear – with no intention of going out. A drink. At home. In your underwear. And there is a word for it. Kalsarikännit.”
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When I am not teaching and when I want a break from writing, or I am feeling wounded and drained (it happens), I weave. Sometimes I quilt. I have a friend who sells a lot of work urging me to join a group, open an Easy account, or in some way make some money from…
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