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Free Fall: Mirror, mirror, on the wall...
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True stories in search of meaning. Thursday, October 23, 2014. Mirror, mirror, on the wall. Everything and everyone adapts with age. Even this oak found a way to surmount a host of obstacles,. Not the least of which are the eroding cliff. It helps to shore up. And the hunk of rock that its root system worked around. For our photographing pleasure. The version of the conversation that most rankles me has to do with insisting that we like how we look as we get older. Aging is hard. We’re not expe...Because...
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Free Fall: Life everlasting
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True stories in search of meaning. Tuesday, September 23, 2014. Though I am taking time off from work this week, the rest of the world is busy making things. It’s easy to be awed by what I see people doing with their lives. This first day away from home has been a study for me in human creativity and industry. The woodworking patriarch loved to spend time on Spirit II. Which is docked on Lake Champlain. Among the many pieces he made for Spirit II. Soon the leaves, which are just starting to turn and fall,.
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Free Fall: My second Thanksgiving: Long lost friend, found
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True stories in search of meaning. Tuesday, December 2, 2014. My second Thanksgiving: Long lost friend, found. I hadn’t seen my friend Myv for fifteen or twenty years. Something came between us, I don’t know what, and we lost touch with each other. Then I heard she moved away. Years and years went by. I found her on Facebook and sent a friend request that languished. More years passed. I saw Richard Ford at BookExpo America last spring,. And I sent Myv this picture of him. He looks good and his new book,.
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Free Fall: December 2014
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True stories in search of meaning. Wednesday, December 31, 2014. It's starting to look like winter in these woods. It’s been a hard week. I think I’ll stop right here. Pay attention. Don’t fall in. Maggie and Ellie never think the water is too cold. We vow then and there to come back with bags, brooms and dustpans and clean it all up. This will be our Christmas gift to the woods. The perfect ‘give-back’ effort we’ve been seeking, right here. Someone has strung and wound. Popcorn around this maple. We tur...
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Free Fall: September 2013
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True stories in search of meaning. Tuesday, September 17, 2013. Too bad about Christine Quinn. 8220;If you’re tough enough to run New York City, you’re too tough to be considered acceptably feminine.” . 8212; Gloria Steinem, who endorsed Christine Quinn for NYC mayor. What does it take to be rich, I wonder? Certainly not intelligence, decency or character. He’s no silver-throated crooner himself but, then again, I’ve heard obese men call thin women fat more than once. We’ve got...Quinn understood about ...
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The Man Who Ate the Grapes – Lucy Moore
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About Lucy Moore Associates. Common Ground on Hostile Turf. Into the Canyon: Seven Years in Navajo Country. Lucy Moore Mediator, Facilitator, Author. Mediation/Facilitation – What’s the Difference? About Lucy Moore Associates. Common Ground on Hostile Turf. Into the Canyon: Seven Years in Navajo Country. The Man Who Ate the Grapes. May 1, 2015. October 2, 2015. What if everynone did that! Where did that outrage come from? Posted in Lucy Moore Blog. 12 thoughts on “ The Man Who Ate the Grapes. May 1, 2015.
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A Slimy Kind of Strategy – Lucy Moore
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About Lucy Moore Associates. Common Ground on Hostile Turf. Into the Canyon: Seven Years in Navajo Country. Lucy Moore Mediator, Facilitator, Author. Mediation/Facilitation – What’s the Difference? About Lucy Moore Associates. Common Ground on Hostile Turf. Into the Canyon: Seven Years in Navajo Country. A Slimy Kind of Strategy. April 1, 2015. October 2, 2015. May I have a word with you, just briefly? Sure, have a seat, and I motioned to the chair across from me. Ah, yes, I said, it was a very special m...
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Free Fall: August 2012
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True stories in search of meaning. Monday, August 20, 2012. Now he says "I misspoke". Imagine Todd Akin administering the rape kit on an episode of Law and Order, SVU:. Hey, lady, was that a legitimate rape or fake rape? And, by the way, just what were you wearing? Worried about getting pregnant because you're single? A student struggling to make ends meet? Sorry You nurture that zygote or pray to Mother Nature for a divine intervention.". Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Welcome to my world.
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Free Fall: August 2014
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True stories in search of meaning. Wednesday, August 20, 2014. The end of my excellent NYC writers group. As obvious as it was,. I didn't see the storm coming. My NYC writers group imploded. The implosion happened in mid-June, out of nowhere, and it caught me by surprise. Sometimes writing about something helps me understand it, or put it into perspective or, when necessary, let it go. Maybe I’ll land squarely on some nugget of truth we can all benefit from. If she doesn’t, the group will go down. I thin...
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Free Fall: February 2014
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True stories in search of meaning. Tuesday, February 11, 2014. My bad day with Maxine Kumin. Maxine Kumin loved horses. I guess she thought everybody else did, too. It was a beautiful fall morning in 2000 or 2001 when I drove north to Warner, N.H., to spend the day with Maxine Kumin. I was working on a profile of Kumin for The Larcom Review, a literary journal published by author Susan Oleksiw. By the time I left that farmhouse, Kumin was sputtering. Of course my intention was never to annoy or frustrate...
