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I am meditating. In a room in Rodeo, at the rickety old secretary/dresser I use as a desk. It is by a window. I look out at the roadway, and think I am glad to live at a crossroad. The house across the street is silver grey. By its front stoop is a tree all […]
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When I’m away touring, my clothes are my connection to home, my way of feeling myself.
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In that favorite summer of my memory, Mom is perched on the edge of the rickety folding chair in box seats that the team manager reserved for us.
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Only you recognize that this is your sister’s nature, that she’s a fixer.
...moreIn honor of Edgar Allan Poe’s upcoming birthday on January 19th, the folks over at the Huffington Post are wondering if the famous “Poe Toaster” will make his annual appearance at Poe’s grave to leave three roses and a bottle of cognac. The mysterious visitor has been notably absent the last three years.
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