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Trauma, Spirits, and the “I”
A clear, crisp, bright late January day, deep snow pack melting away at the edges. Oh, wait! It’s March! I’ve just finished reading Freshwater by Akwaeke Emezi. The “biographical” novel narrates the life of a Nigerian girl born with one foot in the physical world and one in the spirit world. As often happens to…
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Snow Day
After a few warm weeks we have snow. This is the third nor’easter in the past two weeks. Each time we have been on the periphery of the storm, yet we have managed to accrue several inches of sticky snow. It being now March, the snow usually melts away in a couple of days.
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Mediated
A snowy, sleety, rain-splattered sort of day more like late March than February. The birds, awaiting their turn at the feeder, call to one another between trees. There are fewer squirrels at the feeder as we finally resorted to purchasing some painfully hot pepper oil which Jennie added to the birdseed. The result has a…
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