A meanness and a kindness

Two stories to begin the new year:   When I was young and sometimes cruel, I played a trick on my little sister.  I tracked her down in the neighborhood and told her that our father had been looking all over for her and was really, really mad that she wasn’t home.  What got me […]

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If you’re tired of Christmas music

I’ll be slowing down on the blogging for the next few weeks (which sounds a little like Lady Gaga saying she’s going to put more effort into her costumes), but I wanted to share my new favorite song.  Here’s Jamie Lidell with “Another Day.” (I’m not crazy about the video—best to hear and not see.) […]

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Spoiler alert

Last Friday night my youngest daughter went to her first high school dance.  Her date was a boy whose mother died when he was three, a fact which partly explains his unusual attire.  All the other boys wore prep-school navy blue blazers, khakis and loafers; he sported an ill-fitting tuxedo, black skater sneakers and a […]

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Stuff before stuffing

A short break from the cooking frenzy in my kitchen to complain and give thanks.   My complaint is with food manufacturers.  Every year more food items seem to be downsized.  What was 16 oz. is now 14 oz.  Besides feeling irritated at having to pay more for less, I’m wondering what’s going to happen […]

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I hope the Moon Child wins

Every year Baltimore’s Enoch Pratt Library holds an Altered Book Contest.  An altered book is a bound book that’s been reworked in some way—torn, painted, sculpted, woven—to create a piece of art.  (Link here for examples.)  My friend Trish Rawlings’ entry, above, is entitled “l’enfant lune.”  Here’s a 3-dimensional view:     I’m entranced by […]

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All things pass

Today I spoke with someone in deep distress. The voice on the other end of the phone droned on in a monotone occasionally punctuated with a choking sound.  Hearing pain on the other end of the phone and being unable to offer physical comfort, I was left with a constipated kind of feeling. “Time heals, […]

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A blue iris in autumn

Praying by Mary Oliver It doesn’t have to be the blue iris, it could be weeds in a vacant lot, or a few small stones; just pay attention, then patch a few words together and don’t try to make them elaborate, this isn’t a contest but the doorway into thanks, and a silence in which […]

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Mrs. Woodger serves sausages

A few weeks ago in a post on Parrot and Olivier in America, I mentioned my childhood friend Pippi from Australia.  Calling her up from memory prompted me to track her down on Facebook.  Say what you will about the time-wasting, social-chastening, death-hastening, life-sucking, mind-flucking (not a much of a cusser here) nature of Facebook, […]

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