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  • Cleaning Storms

    February 10, 2010

    • 1. Palms San Diego, hit by a stormis a city of joy.There is a droughtand it still goes on.The rain came asa zephyr off the ocean,beat on our skylight like a bad drummerand sucked me inas I turned my ear.The wind was a slow-creeping giantthat finally rippedwith its powersand captured my eye with its forceon the palm treesoutside our windows.What a lesson they taught me in poiseand bending.The wind ...
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  • Lady HaHa Does Missouri

    February 3, 2010

    • "It's never like this," everyone said about the torrential rains for five days in LA. After they proudly announced, "We don't know how to drive in the rain." As they were driving. We were on our way to the 60th Birthday of a dear friend, and had looked forward to a few days winter respite in sunny CA. I'm not whining. After the misery in Haiti, there was no room for ...
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  • "Yet this will go onward the same / Though Dynasties Pass."

    January 22, 2010

    • "Only a man harrowing clods / In a slow silent walk / With an old horse that stumbles and nods / Half asleep as they stalk"...that's the exact beat of the rain coming down, I thought, hearing Hardy rattling around the kitchen of my mind--making coffee?--as I woke this morning.   A week of this weather and one regresses, or thinks about regressing, to a more primitive level.  It is ...
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  • The Dying Bison

    January 21, 2010

    • Soft, steady rain. It drips through the redwoods. The world says "Stay in your cave, little human being.  Build a fire.  Maybe you could paint a picture on the wall.  Good thing you gathered all those huckleberries last summer." 
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  • Birth Trees

    January 18, 2010

    • What is it about rain?  I wake up, extract my ear plugs (there was a party at the student dorm across the street last night) and bliss!  it's pouring rain.  Now, three-quarters of an hour and two cups of tea later, it is still pouring. I watch drops pelt the roof of the carports, sparkly, they cling to the dry leaves and new catkins of the birch (I wrote birth) trees outside my window, but ...
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  • The Story of the Malai Gola

    December 30, 2009

    • It's not life what you're going through. It's not life until you have done what I have done today, not if you weren't with us today when life happened, and not if you've never had a Malai Gola.A Malai Gola is not whatever you think it is. It's more. So much more that it's just not real life. Your imagination, however highly you may regard it, and however much you may have seen in life, will fail ...
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  • A Weather Wimp

    December 13, 2009

    • It's been raining for a day now, and I realize again I could not live where my boys do.  Up in the Northwest of the US, they both live in the city that has the most rainy days per year.  Not the most rain per year but the most days infected by precipitation.I'm not about rain.  I am about sun.  I am about air that I don't even have in the Bay Area.  I want Florida and Hawaii air, air that is ...
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  • Silence

    November 19, 2009

    • I wander through the house distracted by the unaccustomed peace that settles within the walls. I don't know why but it causes a certain unease in me, a vague distraction, a wonderment that this silence is what I always crave and yet, now that it is here, I struggle with what to do with it. I suppose I could reach up to dislodge the cobwebs and shake down the cushions or file away the ...
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  • Rain and Wind

    November 18, 2009

    • It's the 4th day of storms.  Two more on the way.  We've been hit with wind and rain.  The rivers are all near flood stage.  Enough already!  Please everyone think sun and send us some warm thoughts.These dark gray days up here in the Pacific Northwest help get me in the mood to write.  I am well into the 2nd book (Reveka's Revenge) in my Crimson Pursuit series.  One of the main characters ...
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  • Before My Father Became a Voluntary Mute

    November 2, 2009

    • When I was growing up, my parents had a fairly loose policy of not driving me, my sister, or my brother around town.  We biked to the dentist and doctor.  To go anywhere else-school, the beach, the movies-we walked, rode the bus, roller skated, and hitch-hiked (the method of choice in high school).  The no driving policy was cemented sometime before my sister, Becca, went away to college, ...
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