Day: July 17, 2004

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Stuff

Rain drops

I have several essays I’m working on, and as happens when you split your attention into completely different directions, you write and write, but you can’t finish anything. Or if you finish something, you’re not sure you’re happy with it. You feel grumbly, and dissatisfied, and kind of pissed at the whole thing. Rather than […]

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Connecting

If only we could see each other’s eyes

During my recent walks in my favorite enchanted forest, I’ve noticed that every day there are fewer lightning bugs, and more well-fed robins. As quickly as nature creates magic, it erases it. Ah, but I’ve fooled that old, contrary lady because her work continues to live in my memory and in my writing. Well, I […]