In the French classes I’ve been taking, students give a ten-minute presentation on a subject of their choice. Last week, two students presented, and one of those focused on the artist Amadeo Modigliani. Accompanied by…
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(With thanks to Katrina and the Waves for my title . . . and apologies to you if you’re now stuck with an earworm for the day. . . ) I’m fiddling a bit with…
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Still dark outside as I put the last touches on this post and get ready to publish it. I’m sitting on the couch, a wool blanket tucked over my legs as the room gradually warms…
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As I work on revising my draft, I’m finding a useful counterpoint in the messy play I allow myself in a field I come to with limited skills and lower expectations. To revise my writing…
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In contrast to Monday’s post about urban noise, I’m featuring a more tranquil scene today, and I only have to swivel my head a quarter turn to the left (and plug my ears!) and I…
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