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Second sight, first: August 2014
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Second sight, first. Rambles, rants, and occasionally, insight. Tuesday, August 12, 2014. Excuse me while I rant a little. If you've read or otherwise cared to learn the basics of communication in any relationship perhaps you can help. How many communication errors can you spot in the following line? If you just answer the question instead of being smug and condescending all the time it would be better.". Here's what I came up with:. What were you doing when the problem occurred? 3 "All the time". The fi...
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Second sight, first: On wanting
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Second sight, first. Rambles, rants, and occasionally, insight. Monday, February 09, 2015. You who never arrived/ Rainer Maria Rilke). You who never arrived. In my arms, Beloved, who were lost. From the start,. I don't even know what songs. Would please you. I have given up trying. To recognize you in the surging wave of. The next moment. All the immense. Images in me - the far-off, deeply-felt. Landscape, cities, towers, and bridges, and. Unsuspected turns in the path,. Pulsing with the life of the gods-.
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Second sight, first: July 2014
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Second sight, first. Rambles, rants, and occasionally, insight. Monday, July 07, 2014. What I might miss. Tuesday, July 01, 2014. Some books have a way of coming home to roost. This one wandered in from a box left outside a library near a park, recommended by a friend as we browsed together. I sneezed over the musty pages, snuggled into the old-fashioned language, and remembered how a simple story can feel solid as the earth beneath my feet. The book: My Antonia, by Willa Cather). The Essence of a Book.
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Second sight, first: Crush
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Second sight, first. Rambles, rants, and occasionally, insight. Tuesday, March 24, 2015. First this connection, the way I end up smiling over something you said. Then I see you face to face when you give an interview. Then I hear from someone else who connected with you over a different book. You made her think of literature as a white knight in a fairy tale, she writes. Her description bumps my heart just a little. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). How does one become a butterfly? The Essence of a Book.
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Second sight, first: April 2015
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Second sight, first. Rambles, rants, and occasionally, insight. Tuesday, April 28, 2015. Remember these things: the food your mother cooked for a celebration. how your parents marked your twelfth birthday. the first time you called someone for Valentine's day. who you picture when you think of a successful person. In every story, however, there are spaces we fill in for ourselves. What was he thinking when he said that? How did my mother feel about packing lunch every morning? Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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Second sight, first: Spin
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Second sight, first. Rambles, rants, and occasionally, insight. Monday, March 23, 2015. With shadows so dark and thick I'm certain the light blazes bright and strong and close behind. But there is no turning time back, is there? I must hold faith instead that the earth spins and spins, and so must spin back into the light. If only I could feel the slightest shove, a little give as the path dips forward into deepening night. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). How does one become a butterfly?
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Second sight, first: Hear no prophets
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Second sight, first. Rambles, rants, and occasionally, insight. Thursday, January 22, 2015. When considering a partner - whether it's a college crush-turned-boyfriend or a traditional arranged-marriage type scenario - we try to answer certain questions. How does this person fit into my life? Do we value education/financial security/hobbies about equally? And so we choose a lover or a spouse to share our life based on moments. Recently, a 17 year old girl with a highly curable form of cancer refused chemo...
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Second sight, first: March 2014
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Second sight, first. Rambles, rants, and occasionally, insight. Thursday, March 27, 2014. I spend a lot of time waiting. Okay, fine, procrastinating. After a while, the lines start to blur. So much of writing is this space where I wait for sources to respond to interview requests, editors to accept my stories, or instructors to respond to questions. Struggle as though somehow, the world will be different at the end of my watch. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). How does one become a butterfly? The end is here.
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Second sight, first: March 2015
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Second sight, first. Rambles, rants, and occasionally, insight. Tuesday, March 24, 2015. First this connection, the way I end up smiling over something you said. Then I see you face to face when you give an interview. Then I hear from someone else who connected with you over a different book. You made her think of literature as a white knight in a fairy tale, she writes. Her description bumps my heart just a little. Monday, March 23, 2015. Tuesday, March 17, 2015. Faith in the divine is not a flag to be ...
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Second sight, first: It is written
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Second sight, first. Rambles, rants, and occasionally, insight. Tuesday, April 28, 2015. Remember these things: the food your mother cooked for a celebration. how your parents marked your twelfth birthday. the first time you called someone for Valentine's day. who you picture when you think of a successful person. In every story, however, there are spaces we fill in for ourselves. What was he thinking when he said that? How did my mother feel about packing lunch every morning? The Essence of a Book.