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The View from my Porch: August 2010

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The View from my Porch. Tuesday, August 3, 2010. By Roger VonOech). Maybe it was the moon. I think whatever we do to feed the muse helps. I hope she'll stay around for a while. I'll do my part by showing up. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Confirming Kershaw, by Harriett Diller (Go to Amazon and buy this book. It's a funny, moving story about a 13-year-old girl searching for answers while trying to march to the beat of her own drum.). Plus, my friend Roger Brinkerhoff has an essay in there.). Bela Fleck: Thr...

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The View from my Porch: February 2010

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The View from my Porch. Friday, February 26, 2010. And here's the view from my porch now. Both of my uncles live very much in the present, but for at least a little while, the past became alive and touchable. I thank them for that gift. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Confirming Kershaw, by Harriett Diller (Go to Amazon and buy this book. It's a funny, moving story about a 13-year-old girl searching for answers while trying to march to the beat of her own drum.). The Graveyard Book by Neil Gaiman. Bela Fleck...

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The View from my Porch: In Memoriam

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The View from my Porch. Monday, July 12, 2010. July 13, 2010 at 3:35 AM. Thats so sad. :-(. July 15, 2010 at 4:37 AM. It was a beautiful tree and a good friend to you and to the birds and animals who found refuge there. Yes, there is always a place in the heart to keep the memory of a loved one. July 15, 2010 at 1:07 PM. Im sorry, Marileta. July 15, 2010 at 6:49 PM. Thanks, all. It made me feel better to write about it. Whats even sadder is how much a new septic tank and field lines cost. I Thought my Fa...

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The View from my Porch: July 2011

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The View from my Porch. Friday, July 1, 2011. Marileta's Exciting Adventure in Her Shed. Then I noticed a hornet's nest hanging over the door. So figuring out how to get out seemed important. Stick something through the opening in the door to trip the lock? Nope Dig a hole under the door in the gravel floor with a little piece of metal I found? Possible, but it would take about 127 hours. Or I would make the hole too small and get stuck half-way out. Holler for help? Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). I Thought...

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The View from my Porch: The Night of the Frogs

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The View from my Porch. Friday, October 21, 2011. The Night of the Frogs. I was lying on my cot in my hogan. The darkness of the northern Arizona desert lay around me. No light came through the smoke hole from the overcast sky. In the stillness I heard a strange, worrying sound. Aaa-haaa. Aaa-haaa. Aaa-haaa. This happened several years ago, when I was teaching on the Navajo reservation. It has always amused me and reminded me how our imaginations can play tricks on us.). October 22, 2011 at 7:15 AM.

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The View from my Porch: November 2010

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The View from my Porch. Monday, November 29, 2010. St Nazaire (we're on a first-name basis now) is nestled up in the mountains ("at the end of the line," someone remarked). Here's a bird's-eye view. It feels exactly as it should- as if you'd suddenly dropped into the 13th century. The stone houses cling to each other up and down the narrow, winding streets. Maybe I lived in medieval times in a former life. I felt completely at home there. Meeting her was another miracle. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Confi...

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The View from my Porch: October 2011

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The View from my Porch. Friday, October 21, 2011. The Night of the Frogs. I was lying on my cot in my hogan. The darkness of the northern Arizona desert lay around me. No light came through the smoke hole from the overcast sky. In the stillness I heard a strange, worrying sound. Aaa-haaa. Aaa-haaa. Aaa-haaa. This happened several years ago, when I was teaching on the Navajo reservation. It has always amused me and reminded me how our imaginations can play tricks on us.). Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). There...

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Susan Taylor Brown

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Finding the courage to create, one word at a time. March 23rd, 2012 11:12 AM. Round 3 - March Madness Poetry tournament. Well I won my round 2 match in the poetry tournament and my round 3 has just been posted. I have the word impaled and am up against the very talented Greg Pincus who has the word truce. After you check out our match, make sure you go back to the Live Scoreboard and read the various other match-ups going on. Go here to read and vote. July 22nd, 2011 2:46 PM. A few months agao,. I may no...

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The View from my Porch: On Power

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The View from my Porch. Saturday, September 3, 2011. I wasn't really sorry to have the microwave and the washing machine back on line. What I missed most was the silence. I realized that I had fallen into the habit of switching on the radio for whatever I was doing- cooking, washing dishes, taking a bath, and so on. Why did I need constant chatter in the background? What was I avoiding? It's funny that it took a hurricane to wake me up. Funny that a loss of power helped me rediscover my own power. Isnt i...

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The View from my Porch: Magical Languedoc

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The View from my Porch. Monday, November 29, 2010. St Nazaire (we're on a first-name basis now) is nestled up in the mountains ("at the end of the line," someone remarked). Here's a bird's-eye view. It feels exactly as it should- as if you'd suddenly dropped into the 13th century. The stone houses cling to each other up and down the narrow, winding streets. Maybe I lived in medieval times in a former life. I felt completely at home there. Meeting her was another miracle. November 30, 2010 at 6:40 AM.