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Please stay
This morning, 9:30 a.m., my grandmother called. I was still in bed, drowsy and reluctant to fully wake after finally dropping off at 3. Still, a weekend-morning call is unusual enough in my world that I sat up and listened to the message, just in case ( Read more... ) -
The block is hot
It was 105 degrees in the shade in Portland today, and yesterday, and the day before that. Tomorrow is supposed to be cooler. I'm hoping it's true because it's my last-minute packing day, before the move on Friday. I'm moving; didn't mention it because I'm not happy about it, next topic? (And what else is new with me and the moving? I dislike it so ( Read more... ) -
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And ...
Something very different, but similar, by a writer whose work I love:
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Courage every day
Yesterday, my stomach brought me downtown for a lunchtime visit to Ziba's Pitas, a Bosnian food cart situated in a parking lot. Sitting outside at a wrought-iron sidewalk table, I enjoyed one of the best aspects of being in Portland: life in the commons. While I munched on a combination plate consisting of one half spinach and feta pita, one half ( Read more... ) -
Simon, and the apology
This morning, still more than half asleep, I felt something nudging my head on the pillow. Like a cat nose, I thought: Simon. It was a physical memory, one of those things you could never think of or consciously remember, but there forever beneath the surface ( Read more... ) -
Who makes change happen
For the past couple of years I've been paying more attention to authority, noticing how it manifests in my life and the world, and how it doesn't. I've been most interested in cultivating inner authority, something I'd never much thought about before and have sorely lacked. Paying more attention to my own authoritative, authorial voice has made me ( Read more... ) -
Farewell to 37
Would you believe I just happened to start this post at the moment of my birth ( Read more... ) -
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"The debate had the aura of an almost meaningless ritual being conducted in a soundproof room while outside, panic and calamity were spreading like giant cracks in the earth.
The candidates seemed protected from reality rather than having met on the field of battle to confront it."
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The compass
One of the big concepts that came into my life when I was working with Mindy was the moral compassI came into her office one day needing to talk about feeling unaccomplished among my peers. Some people I knew were famous, I said, and others were happy. Some had created homes and families* while others had made books. I admitted that it pained me ( Read more... )