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on Sep 26th, 2013 | Comments Off on Pitching for Cupid
I was on the beach this morning, just in time to catch the opening act of a new enactment of the war of the genders. Two very young boys were working on on what could have passed for a sleeping octopus. The taller boy was barking out work orders in a menacing tone.
Still wet and half-wrapped in a towel, I surrendered my front row seat to see what was going on. “We gotta beat them,” Cooper told me and pointed to two small girls about 20 feet away. Then he shook a tiny crab under my nose. “Afraid of crabs?” he taunted. I held my ground politely and dropped by to...
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on Sep 17th, 2013 | Comments Off on Bringing back the Harvest Moon
I wrote this story several years ago, when my family chased after an elusive harvest moon. We found it — way up high in the sky. So watch out — here it comes again. 2013-style.
Looking Up
All the way back from the gym, our necks stretched out of the windows to preview the guest of the night. But no — rooftops, electrical lines, clouds, nothing more. Had its appearance been canceled?
It’s a bit early, the sky is too light, some celestial tie-ups, my husband explains.
His own impatience surfaces as he looks up and squints.
And just when we planned it all so carefully this...
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on Sep 15th, 2013 | Comments Off on Giving thanks to seven wild turkeys
With all due respect to the state of Oregon — most particularly to its Symphony, its homey groceries, and my wonderful friends who I met calling/canvassing/laughing on so many great campaigns and in “classrooms” — all of that Everything that happened when I first parachuted in as a 31 year old Manhattanite … until I finally made it here to this precious Pacific island, three decades later — With all due respect!
I lived in a beautiful house we built in Washington County, Oregon (97007) almost as many years as I did on the East Coast. I changed diapers there, my...