Friday, I wrote this. . . after deleting two other half-hearted attempts that my very vocal inner critic deemed banal or overly self-indulgent. . . Today is tough. No single reason, nor any serious one.…
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With apologies to Steve Earle. . . and with many thanks to you for your empathy. . . Thought it might reassure you to know that I sketched a page in my journal yesterday. It…
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Title’s a reference to Stevie Smith’s poem, “Not Waving but Drowning”, in case you don’t know it. . . . Late posting this week — I tripped over something that sent me into a puddle of…
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Not sure if you noticed that it’s been longer than usual since my last post (six days!) but I’ve found myself in a bit of a slough this last week, on and off. Sense of…
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An entire month has slipped away since I last posted here — although I did write about my friend Carol Matthews’ book Minerva’s Owl: The Bereavement Phase of My Marriage over on my main blog. In case…
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