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For some reason, my husband decided that it would be a good idea today to let our son stay home from school so he could attend a Republican fundraiser at which the Main Guest was Dick Cheney. I try to be a good mother, and not get too upset at these things, but having him … Continue reading Dick Cheney and my son
We were in Bloomington, Indiana this morning for the dedication of the Chamtse Long Temple by the Dalai Lama himself. No electronics here in the VIP tent where we get to be up by the stage with a table of snacks at the back. We’re in the front row too. All of the attending clergy … Continue reading the dalai lama
No one came home 1. Max was in bed that morning, pressed against my feet, walking to my pillow to kiss my nose, long and lean with aqua- marine eyes, my sun prince who thought himself my lover. He was cream and golden orange, strong willed, lord of the other cats and his domain. He … Continue reading no one came home
Disgusted at the newer poets I found on the bookshelves at the store today — deliberate craziness and obfuscation. They’re trying to be obscure and flighty and too-private-for-you-to-understand. It’s all a formula, I’m convinced. But, they’d say to me, you have to write a certain way to get published. Forget that. Fads are for teenagers, … Continue reading disgusted…
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