Category: denial
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Irony at Advent
A brilliantly sunny, cold, frosty morning. A few days ago we drove to Boston. It was equally cold but more frosty and the trees sparkled, backlit by the early morning sun. Sorry to say there are no photos. Sunday we joined one of Jennie’s twins, Daniel, and his wife, Katie, for pre-Chanukah latkes, a brief…
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Advent Arrives
We awoke to clear skies, frosty windows, and twelve degree temps. Nori the cat went to the briefly open door, happily smelled the outside world, fluffed up to a much larger size, and fled. I received my new computer glasses Wednesday. To say they are a blessing would be an understatement. They provided immediate relief,…
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On “The Shapes of Native Nonfiction”
A bright, seasonably cool day. The stiff breezes of the past few days have finally subsided somewhat. Wait! As soon as I wrote this the wind picked up and is moving the mostly bare tree branches vigorously. I’ve been reading experimental essays by a host of Native American writers in Shapes of Native Nonfiction, edited…
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Some Thoughts on Story
A gusty morning following high winds and rain overnight. The shy is clear and the late autumn sun is brilliant. Somehow, many of the trees edging our yard have kept their burnished leaves through all this storminess. I had a lovely streaming conversation with former students, now friends, last night. We caught up with each…
