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[On Boston Common; 1/15/11] "...and this time it vanished quite slowly, beginning with the end of the tail, and ending with the grin, which remained some time after the rest of it had gone." Continue »
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This isn't the cat that I dreamt about last night. No, this is the feral cat that roams the yards and cemetery adjacent to our house. This is the cat which has found the water that I left for it.... Continue »
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I didn’t know you’d show up like this, out of the blue, asking about my awkward childhood, my parents divorce, the time when I was six and stubbed my toe. It took a week for the nail to turn black... Continue »
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Once in awhile I'll come across a note that I've written to myself; A small scrap of paper sandwiched between two books or floating around on the coffee table. Michael, if he finds one, will always ask if it's important.... Continue »
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Tiny, ever-vigilant. He keeps several arm lengths away at all times unlike the girls who crowd and crush. I was in the yard, crouching, trying to get a photo of my boy when a City of Austin truck drove by.... Continue »
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Michael gets an early start on Monday. He works an early shift and is home by nine, pretty much the time I'm getting up. This morning he let the girls out and came back to tell me that there was... Continue »
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Thank you all so much for staying tuned in 2010. Here's a little something from our family to yours. Enjoy! Continue »
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I sound more like my mother now than at any other point of my life and ironically, what brings this voice to the surface is speaking to my mother. "I cannot believe her." It was the first thing I said... Continue »
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Shame on me, I know. I should be doing just about anything else besides playing with iMovie and staring at chickens. The thing is, I was obsessed with figuring out iMovie. I was never going to put that beast to... Continue »
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Have I ever mentioned to y'all that Sunday is the day I chase down each individual hen and balance her ever so carefully on my little postal scale? Some Sunday mornings I lie on my back watching the ceiling fan... Continue »