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]I’m beginning to feel that we’re half past something, feeling bursts of hope a full year after the Covid19 pandemic began in the US that hit us so terribly in New York. I am also worrying that some of the interiority that we’ve gained may be lost as we begin to quicken our steps in anticipation of living as we used to.
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This photo (solar eclipse Aug. 21, 2017) reminds me of more carefree times. (Isabelle, Mark, and me in Northern California.) Here’s wishing good excitement for us all in 2021.
Dear readers and friends--I wish you peace, hope, and love in these end days of a painful year.
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DNA test results on Eli, the Christmas puppy: Turns out his mother is Chihuahua. Father mixed Dachshund and Rat Terrier. Eli loves to dig.
When our sons married, they picked women who came into the relationship with cats. One wife + two cats + two children (but that came later). So we are a little bit in shock. The dog thing just now happened, and some of it is owed to the pandemic.
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As you know, Bananagrams and Boggle are word games with letter tiles that players use to build words faster than their opponents. Once a week, son and daughter-in-law play with me on Zoom, and they crush me. I use words to write, right?
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“Cupid shot an arrow,” he says to me when he’s feeling good. “I had the perfect scenario (said the spider to the fly)—dinner at Rancho Grande in Greenwich Village followed by a night cap at the Irish Pub. It wasn’t supposed to last forever.”
I’m trying to put my head around all of this. It wants to be explained….
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The yellow forsythia shoots are at their peak and the star magnolia trees are just beginning to bloom pink.
The strong fiber of this nation is coming through. There are smart people who care deeply and are working for all of us. I can do that too, in whatever way I can.
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We go about our lives singly or in pairs as in the Ark--especially in the cities of the world—and I am with my pair, self-sequestered (not sick).
Read moreWhen we are kids we’re protagonists in a one person play as we measure up against the world. Everything is vivid; feelings are fierce. This is pure gold for writers.
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In late November, I witnessed a scene in the New York City subway that was both beautiful and terrible. I can’t forget it—and I shouldn’t. As we move into the holidays and huddle with people we love, I recognize that I am part of the human family with so much need. Our planet, too, is hurting. How will I make a difference?
Read moreWe didn’t know then that these were times in our lives when we were fully alive.
Panama’s birthday yesterday had me thinking of the birthday parties of my childhood in Panama when primas, primos, tías, and tíos were the cast of characters in my life. So I spent the afternoon searching for that one gorgeous photo of my little brother’s birthday party in the carport of tía Connie’s house. Here it is! Come play with me.
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