Category: Grief and Fear
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The Unthinkable at Advent
A grumpy, much warmer day, after deep cold. Our first snow, which fell all day Sunday, is melting, which allowed Jennie to empty and bring in the bird bath. Another storm of high winds and heavy rains is forecast for Friday. I have been trying to decide how to write this post for days. Now…
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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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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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Deer In the Field
A seasonably warm day, pleasant enough that Nori spent twenty minutes on the porch. Here and there a few leaves cling to trees. From my window I can see determined reds among the scant dangling browns and tans. There are fewer berries on what’s left of the Poke Berry, just enough to entice the birds…
