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~flowerchild's garden~: Christmas Tree, Oh, Christmas Tree!

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December 15, 2009. Christmas Tree, Oh, Christmas Tree! I love trees in general. Yeah. I've hugged 'em. Deal with it. So, my affection for Christmas trees should come as no surprise. Even though I do not follow the Christian faith, I have come to understand not being Christian does not necessarily stop anyone from putting up a Christmas tree. It has become, I think, a kind of generic symbol of gift-giving. Mom would be standing next to it, smiling, telling us what a great job we had done. And finally, Mom...

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~flowerchild's garden~: December 2009

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December 15, 2009. Christmas Tree, Oh, Christmas Tree! I love trees in general. Yeah. I've hugged 'em. Deal with it. So, my affection for Christmas trees should come as no surprise. Even though I do not follow the Christian faith, I have come to understand not being Christian does not necessarily stop anyone from putting up a Christmas tree. It has become, I think, a kind of generic symbol of gift-giving. Mom would be standing next to it, smiling, telling us what a great job we had done. And finally, Mom...

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~flowerchild's garden~: Pink Shawls Pow Wow

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December 5, 2009. Pink Shawls Pow Wow. On a cold morning, when I was quite young, I would take the scratchy woolen blanket from my bed, wrap it around my shoulders, and then wander into the kitchen where my father would be fixing himself a cup of instant coffee. He would look at me when I entered the room, frown a little and say, "That's Indian. Go put on your robe.". And so, I would go put on my robe. The Pink Shawl Project. Add to the cultural restraint the handed down distrust of non-tribal authority ...

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~flowerchild's garden~: March 2010

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March 23, 2010. On the countertop, just to the left of the sink, a statue of a naked angel resides in my bathroom. He is rather elongated, tall, with his head tilted back and one arm reaching up towards the heavens. I gave him the name ' Forsaken Angel. He is asking for divine help. Art that satisfies makes you ask questions. And, this piece makes you ask, "Will he get the help he is asking for? Will he be saved? Will he be cared for after his sacrifices made in battle? Some of the questions I could answ...

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~flowerchild's garden~: Mr. Flowerchild Finds Himself

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March 6, 2010. Mr Flowerchild Finds Himself. It takes so little to amuse some people. And I, in turn, am amused at their amusement. Take, for instance, Mr. Flowerchild and the GPS given to him by our eldest child. Kid #1 bought this little device two summers ago in preparation for his and his girlfriend's move from Michigan to Arizona. "In case we get lost in the desert, Ma," he told me and I just gave him a look because I knew it was all bullshit. Really. I reckon if you don't know where the hell yo...

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~flowerchild's garden~: The Story of My Life..........So Far

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December 9, 2009. The Story of My Life.So Far. As for myself, I was not tightly wrapped, so I escaped my swaddling clothes, rolling downhill until I fell into the Flint River where I was buoyed up by the toxic fumes of the runoff released by the downtown General Motors plant up river. I traveled several miles downstream in this fashion, eventually coming to rest upon a raft made of empty beer cans held together by old fishing line and carp guts. So, I supported myself by selling red wigglers. 8220;I&#821...

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~flowerchild's garden~: How To Have A Bad Time

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December 6, 2009. How To Have A Bad Time. Attitude is everything. I went to this event expecting to be miserable and I was. How To Have A Bad Time. I went to a garden party. Rick Nelson wasn’t there. There was no music of any kind. Just mounds of Tupperware. My hostess was a woman,. A stranger to me, I’m afraid. I was dragged to this thing by my cousin’s wife. To benefit her Ladies Aid. That’s a thing that generates money. You give till you can’t give no more. The cash is for widows and orphans. And made...

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~flowerchild's garden~: The Wangless Angel

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March 23, 2010. On the countertop, just to the left of the sink, a statue of a naked angel resides in my bathroom. He is rather elongated, tall, with his head tilted back and one arm reaching up towards the heavens. I gave him the name ' Forsaken Angel. He is asking for divine help. Art that satisfies makes you ask questions. And, this piece makes you ask, "Will he get the help he is asking for? Will he be saved? Will he be cared for after his sacrifices made in battle? Some of the questions I could answ...

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~flowerchild's garden~: Big Soup

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March 17, 2010. We had Big Soup for supper tonight. For St. Patrick's Day I usually cook up a huge pot of Corned Beef and Cabbage. Or as my family has always called it: Big Soup. Big Soup is what my sister, Jean, named any kind of a boiled dinner after she saw the stewing pot full of whole vegetables and a single chunk of meat burbling in the broth. She was only a few years old at the time. Now, a New England Boiled Dinner is poor people food. You know, sometimes poor people eat pretty dang good. Daughte...