On October 25, 2011 I was in Manhattan and visited Occupy Wall Street at Zuccotti park.  I was profoundly moved by what I saw there.

First I saw the speaker's platform, where drummers were drumming to "keep our spirits… Read full post »

For some reason, today felt like the last day of summer.  It was one of those glorious days in Cleveland: sunny, 74 degrees, a blue horizon with fat fluffy clouds and a generous breeze.  I went downtown to walk the viaduct under the Detroit-Superior Bridge.  It’s… Read full post »

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I’m in my sunroom at the computer when Rebecca approaches me.  She is straight out of her morning shower and her long dark hair runs slick over her shoulders.  The white cotton terrycloth towel barely covers her long, lean, figure.  I ask,

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I’ve been thinking a lot about my eldest niece, who just graduated from college with a degree in Creative Writing.  (I can hear you moaning and slapping your foreheads.  That’s not nice.  There are a lot of jobs that require talented writing.  Rea… Read full post »

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Last summer I had the good fortune to visit the Greek island of Hydra.  Hydra has outlawed motor vehicles, so if you want to get somewhere,  you either walk or hire a water taxi, and if you want to move something heavy, you hire a donkey a… Read full post »

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September 10, 2001.

It is a brilliant sunny day with a deep blue autumn sky; there are cotton ball clouds dotting its expanse.  We wake with hope in our hearts and the ever-present list of things that need… Read full post »

At heart, I will always be a midwestern girl.  I grew up in the Midwest (Indiana to be exact) and except for a brief sojourn in the American South for college, I have always lived here.

Early this month, I participated in an exercise at a conference where… Read full post »

I’ve been in Greece for the last two and a half days, and have been trying to get the hang of its pace.  I’ve known this pace before in Mexico, but as an American, it’s so damned drummed into my head that I need… Read full post »

 A"gite" (guesthouse) at the Roy Hart Centre Artistique, Internationale in France

I'm currently in France teaching and studying the voice work of the Roy Hart Theater.  During my voice lesson today I had the same trouble I had in a class last year with world renouned voice te… Read full post »

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Last night as I was washing dishes, the faucet of the sink in my little pod-kitchen flew off its fastenings and I had a little fountain in my kitchen.  I shut… Read full post »

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Tin soldiers and Nixon coming, we're finally on our own.
This summer I hear the drumming, four dead in Ohio. *

My father was standing in the kitchen, dialing the rotary phone.  His eyes were intense and his face was dark with fury.

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Thank you Silkstone, for this open call regarding not necessarily our favorite books, but the ones that were most influential in our lives.  It's a wonderful self-reflection exercise and I'm looking foward to what the lists will tell us about their bloggers.

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The sun has been shining for four days straight, which is saying a lot for February in Cleveland.  During those four days so little has happened, and yet so much.  I feel a bit as though I’m stepping outside of myself in a third-person rever… Read full post »

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The sea is glinting silver and the air is hot and the sand is like fire under my feet. I race to the water and suddenly I am liquid and cool and swimming in the crater left when the meteor struck and killed the dinosaurs.

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Dear Woman in Front of me in the Check Out Line at Giant Eagle:

First of all, I take all responsibility for THE INCIDENT.  We were, after all, in the “self-service” line.  I should have understood that “self service” was to… Read full post »

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When is the earliest memory of misogyny in my life?

Like Deborah Young, I don’t have memories of a first misogynist moment.  I was raised in its swamp.  My mother, a rural child of the Depression, nursed me on it.  By the time… Read full post »

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I have trudged there through the crackling frozen snow, blind with fever from the flu.  Or inhaled the scent of a spring evening while walking there, as I contemplated a love story well-told. I have searched there for answers to the human condition, sometimes find… Read full post »

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Today is the last Sunday in Advent, traditionally a season of “waiting for the light to come.”  In most of the Northern Hemisphere it is a time of frozen hibernation; trees stark against grey skies, grasses hoary white with frost, animals sleeping nose to tail in… Read full post »

Ah, que la vie est quotidienne.  _{Jules Laforgue}

I’ve been spending a great deal of time in the last few months contemplating the passage between the last bloom of adulthood and post-middle-age. I am turning fifty soon, and although the actual number doesn’t trouble m… Read full post »

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This post is really not a literary discussion.  I hope you will bear with its short introduction.

In one of my classes we are reading and discussing Jonathan Safron Foer’s first book, Everything is Illuminated.  (It’s a brilliant, hilarious book,&… Read full post »

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Mad Men

I took a little hike today, and thought some of y'all might like to come along...

a riot of yellows against an azure sky

an impressionist view

The harvest is over

Farmwork almost done

The Wabash river slows… Read full post »