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The August Break: Twenty

Wondering what the August Break is? Check out this post. 20. Two I was standing across the street from my office chatting with Maris this week when (poof!) these two showed up in this amazing vehicle. I’m guessing the driver was a man in his late 60s and the passenger his mother, who was perhaps in her […]

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Heart-shaped waffles

The August Break: Thirteen

Wondering what the August Break is? Check out this post. 13. Last Year Last year, on August 13th, I was in Tobermory Ontario, staying on Georgian Bay with the Greenhouse clan. A month with Dylan and Jesse, away from daily cares and responsibilities, time passing slowly and languorously, minute after minute, hour after hour, day after day. […]

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autumn

Another year gone

  Another year gone, leaving everywhere its rich spiced residues: vines, leaves, the uneaten fruits crumbling damply in the shadows, unmattering back from the particular island of this summer, this NOW, that now is nowhere except underfoot, moldering in that black subterranean castle of unobservable mysteries – roots and sealed seeds and the wanderings of […]

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One Day When I Was Old (45)

She is clothed with strength and dignity, and she laughs without fear of the future. – Proverbs 31:25 I am becoming a Dangerous Old Woman. At 45. I am getting very close. Close to unleashing the deep booming voice buried within my body. This low rumbling has scratched for years at my insides, longing to […]

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