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You haven’t lived until you’ve been thrown out of the Tattered Cover bookstore — for being a bad role model and destroying my own property.
Dear AT&T, I don’t love you. In fact, I love you less than I didn’t love you before. If such a thing is even possible.
I’m thinking about Anne Porter’s poem “A Short Testament.” And about what I’d call the old Emersonian nonsense (not being encumbered with my old nonsense).
A Short Testament – Whatever harm I may have done In all my life in all your wide creation If I cannot repair it I
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the writer’s identity, the public persona and the private, the (wo)man and the wordsmith. About being neurotically inarticulate.
“Can I help you with anything else” is a ridiculous phrase. You have to first help with something before you can help with something else.
Road rage builds up after some stewing. Road rancor, on the other hand, is when a person’s natural instinct is to give you the finger
She died a famous woman denying her wounds denying her wounds came from the same source as her power. (“Power” — poem by Adrienne Rich)
Is Detroit on the rebound? The answer is a definitive “oh, yeah!” (though it won’t happen overnight). Artists won’t let it die. Not a chance.
What are the ten happiest jobs? You can be certain that both of my jobs fit the bill. The only downside? I have two jobs.
You haven’t lived until you’ve played Stratego with U Thant. Since he died when I was five, I also haven’t played Stratego with U Thant.
Zero-degree temps, bottomless Denver bellinis, a breathtaking Robert Adams photo exhibit, a lack of geospatial awareness, and the case of the not really missing RAV4.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster.
After we made our Leadville landing (I’m using the royal “we” here), I started telling everyone I’m a pilot. All cause Bob Penner said so.
To earn my certificate of navigation, all’s I had to do was emerge unscathed from LuAnne’s 160 HP C-172. That certificate says I’m a pilot!
Being a Libra. Fiction writing. Deadlines and homework. Being surrounded by people smarter than I am. Bike rides to and from work and around town.
Meditations on memory: What do you remember, and in what way do you remember it? I like to say my truth is in my fiction,
The Mini Cooper ordeal continues until such time as Hamlet’s three witches decide to exit stage left and the lunacy comes to a complete halt.
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