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Saturday 19 October 2013

With Pen In Hand

A short one, because I stayed out past my bedtime last night in order to listen to live electronic harping. It was fabulous, and I must do so again soon. Though I plan to nap beforehand next time.

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Sunday 6 October 2013

Marching Ten By Ten

The house we bought over the summer is an older house. 90 years older, in fact. And on top of that it's been renovated and expanded several times. So it has old house issues.

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Saturday 7 September 2013

Summer Gone

Talking with a friend of mine recently, I wondered why I ever plan to get anything done over the Summer. Between camps and vacation and whatever else comes up, I never have time for anything.

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Wednesday 12 June 2013

What is one to say about June

What is one to say about June, the time of perfect young summer, the fulfillment of the promise of the earlier months, and with as yet no sign to remind one that its fresh young beauty will ever fade. ~Gertrude Jekyll

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Monday 27 May 2013

The Shape of Time

“An infinite moment.”

“...watched him fall in slow motion.”

“The evening passed in the blink of an eye.”

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Friday 3 May 2013

In Which I Ramble

The end of the week has arrived once more, and (once more) I find myself wondering what to write.

I could blame the fog in my head. It's true enough. I started the week with a fever child and a mild cold of my own, and finally went to the doctor yesterday to get an impressive ear infection diagnosed. And that's on the heels of food poisoning and an editing over-commitment.

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Friday 1 March 2013

It Doesn't End Here

I confess, I don't get out much. I neither follow nor watch the Academy Awards, and I missed the now infamous Onion tweet about Quvenzhané Wallis. I haven't even seen her movie yet. So I've been piecing together a picture of what happened at the beginning of this week from blog posts.

I've shared one on Facebook and retweeted a couple more. I've read others that have broken my heart, left me furious, and shamed me as a self-identified feminist/humanist and a white woman. The picture I'm finally piecing together makes it crystal clear to me how much I still have to learn about racism in this country and how very far we, as a country, still have to go before we can actually say we're a post-racial society without fully deserving a hearty guffaw.

I find it especially ironic that all of this - the original, offensive tweet; the following defense; the otherwise nearly deafening silence from the white part of our society - has happened just as the US was wrapping up the one month of the year that is supposed to be devoted to looking at the history of Race in America specifically and the world in general. Instead, the popular media in my twitter feed started promoting their March schedules of events. They, we, were promoting Women's History while ignoring it's unfolding at the intersection with Race.

And I can't let it go.

I feel like I'm waking up, and I can't let go of the idea that amazing little girls, girls who see themselves in Quvenzhané Wallis and Amandla Stenberg (and boys who see themselves in Dayo Okeniyi, for that matter), live with this reality.

Do what you will with these thoughts, but my take-away is that while Black History Month may be over, it doesn't end here. I need to keep learning. I need to keep looking. I need to see. I need to recognize. I need to speak up.

Wednesday 13 February 2013

Goodbye, My Darling Garden

The first breath of Spring has kissed Portland. Leaden skies have given way to pewter, and the first bulbs of the year have started to stir, even in my sun-starved yard.

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Friday 11 January 2013

Sunny and New

The sun is shining for the first time in what feels like weeks, though I know it's only been about 10 days. Sadly, the frost we woke up to is gone. I love living in the Pacific Northwest, but having grown up on the slopes of the Green Mountains, I sometimes long for those crisp, cold, sun-filled days and thick, perfect blankets of snow.

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