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Verna Wilder
Northern California
Every day a new story.
Interests: Writing, reading, playing with friends, listening to music, learning new stuff.
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We cannot live in a world that's built on fear. ~ Broward County (Florida) Public Schools Superintendent Robert Runcie On April 20, 1999, I was working in downtown Denver. At around noon, I began to hear talk in the halls, words like "shooting" and "Columbine" and "Littleton." My daughter and... Continue reading
Posted Feb 14, 2018 at Wild Heart
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I knew who he was the moment I laid my eyes on him for the first time; it felt as if I were looking at myself and Makhosi and Father and my uncle Muzi and my other relatives, like my grandfather's face was a folded fist and all our faces... Continue reading
Posted Feb 14, 2018 at Wild Heart
Look, I don't want to wax philosophic, but I will say that if you're alive you've got to flap your arms and legs, you've got to jump around a lot, for life is the very opposite of death, and therefore you must at the very least think noisy and colorfully,... Continue reading
Posted Feb 9, 2018 at Wild Heart
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The world is a story we tell ourselves about the world. ~ Vikram Chandra I've taken a lot of road trips, seen a lot of highway, a lot of roadkill and spattered-on-the-windshield death. I've driven over mountains in winter and across deserts in summer, navigated construction barrels and cones and... Continue reading
Posted Feb 8, 2018 at Wild Heart
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In the library I felt better, words you could trust and look at till you understood them, they couldn't change half way through a sentence, like people, so it was easier to spot a lie. ~ Jeanette Winterson from Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit For years people have been... Continue reading
Posted Jan 30, 2018 at Wild Heart
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I've lost faith in the saying "You're only as young as you think you are," ever since I got old. ~ Ursula K. Le Guin from her book No Time to Spare Ursula Le Guin died the other day, and I feel the loss deeply, the way I still feel... Continue reading
Posted Jan 27, 2018 at Wild Heart
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Today I read blog posts from two of my favorite bloggers, both of them talking about music, so I figured it's time to post about Llasa de Sela again. I found her when I was Googling myths from around the world and I wanted to know more about La Llorona.... Continue reading
Posted Sep 24, 2014 at Wild Heart
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When I got married at 19 years old, I didn’t know how to cook. I blame my sister Carolyn for this (not really, but it’s fun to say so). We were the two oldest of my mother’s 7 kids, and my usual duties were to take care of the little... Continue reading
Posted Sep 22, 2014 at Wild Heart
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Dear Mona, Tonight I’m making spaghetti sauce, in spite of not having an onion to chop up in the ground turkey. If we still lived next door, I’d run over and ask if you had an onion you could spare—you probably would have—but we’re not next door neighbors, and I... Continue reading
Posted Sep 17, 2014 at Wild Heart
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As I was making my morning cup of tea, I noticed how clean and shiny my tea infuser is, and I felt grateful all over again for the new dishwasher that went in last week. The old one still worked, but it was just going through the motions, much like... Continue reading
Posted Sep 16, 2014 at Wild Heart
But at my back I always hear / Time's winged chariot hurrying near . . . ~ Andrew Marvell, from his poem, “To His Coy Mistress” I stopped posting to the 365 Project because I just didn’t want to do it anymore. The Project felt like a nag with a... Continue reading
Posted Sep 15, 2014 at Wild Heart
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One of the many things I love about Shakespeare is how often lines are attributed to him that are not his. And since this is a beautiful Saturday, and I'm not in the mood to write a blog post from a Shakespeare quote, guess which one of these three quotes... Continue reading
Posted Sep 6, 2014 at Wild Heart
"The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, / But in ourselves, that we are underlings." ~ William Shakespeare, Julius Caesar, Act I, Scene 2 Today I let my Shopping Bitch take me to Costco, Whole Foods, and King Sooper—before I had had any caffeine. My Driving Bitch was... Continue reading
Posted Sep 5, 2014 at Wild Heart
"All the world 's a stage, and all the men and women merely players. They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts." ~ William Shakespeare, As You Like It, Act II, Scene 7 I never cared much for Shakespeare’s comedies, with one... Continue reading
Posted Sep 4, 2014 at Wild Heart
"Nothing will come of nothing: speak again." ~ William Shakespeare, King Lear, Act I, Scene 1 The first time I saw the play, King Lear, I was in high school. It was a drama club field trip to the Geary or the Curran, one of the theaters downtown, on a... Continue reading
Posted Sep 3, 2014 at Wild Heart
"Men of few words are the best men.” ~ William Shakespeare, King Henry V, Act III, Scene 2 I was in Austin for a long weekend with an old friend, nothing planned, anything possible, making snap decisions about where to eat, what to do, where to go. And so we... Continue reading
Posted Sep 2, 2014 at Wild Heart
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"There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.” ~ William Shakespeare, Hamlet, Act II, Scene 2 It’s a bright and coolish morning, a breeze through leaves, long shadows and fewer hours of daylight. The breeze becomes wind and the trees wave so hard they look like... Continue reading
Posted Sep 1, 2014 at Wild Heart
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Last night I stayed up late, read for awhile, turned out the lights, and about the second time I tossed (or turned—who keeps track?), I remembered that I had not written a blog post. When the day is over, the day is over—no pre-dating a blog post. That would be... Continue reading
Posted Aug 31, 2014 at Wild Heart
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“Finally they each felt at the same moment the great smoothing out of it all as the dogs increased their speed and the jerks and skids evened out into trembles and a smooth swinging as the ecstatic dogs made their way over the icy crust faster and faster until it... Continue reading
Posted Aug 29, 2014 at Wild Heart
“There’s a feeling you get driving down from Casper at night from the north, and not only there, other places where you come through hours of darkness unrelieved by any lights except the crawling wink of some faraway ranch truck.” ~ Annie Proulx, “A Lonely Coast,” from the collection Close... Continue reading
Posted Aug 28, 2014 at Wild Heart
“[Katherine Anne Porter] said that she had always wanted to go to Lourdes, perhaps she would get there someday and made a novena that she would finish her novel [Ship of Fools]. She’s been on it 27 years.” ~ Flannery O’Connor letter to “A” April 4, 1958 from Letters of... Continue reading
Posted Aug 27, 2014 at Wild Heart
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“It’s an interesting question—what one tries to do, in writing a letter—partly of course to give back a reflection of the other person.” Virginia Woolf to Gerald Brenan, October 4, 1929 from The Letters of Virginia Woolf, Volume 4, 1929 - 1931, edited by Nigel Nicolson and Joanne Trautmann Dearest,... Continue reading
Posted Aug 26, 2014 at Wild Heart
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“I have so much to say to you, Annie, that I’ll never get to it except by saying it in installments. . . . The reason you didn’t get a reply five days after your letter came was that I felt I must be in perfect zestful, ongoing order to... Continue reading
Posted Aug 25, 2014 at Wild Heart
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“The breeze blowing down the valley is beginning to cool, and the sun is descending and will soon fall behind the far wall of the canyon, leaving the valley in shadow.” ~ Stephen Dau, “Nature Walk” from Ploughshares, Spring 2014, Vol. 40, No. 1 It’s late on a Sunday night... Continue reading
Posted Aug 24, 2014 at Wild Heart
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“The moment [my book] is released, it will pour from me as the ocean from the bath-tap,—but will the blue sparks come with it, or only the blanket-grey of the daytime sea? (By the way, I have discovered since beginning this letter that one can draw pictures of oneself with... Continue reading
Posted Aug 23, 2014 at Wild Heart