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When my step-mother died, several people gave us flowers so we might remember her. Some have bloomed already (the lilac and the rhododendron) and some are blooming now. Some friends gave us some lilies, a... More »
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Coming home from the Memorial Day parade in Vergennes this afternoon, my daughter asked me about the "guns," meaning the muskets, that frightened her and her brother enough that we left right after things got... More »
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I took today off again from running. Still have the pain in the calf. This afternoon I had hoped to go. By the time I was ready, the pain was gone. I decided that would... More »
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Yesterday I noticed a comment on a blog post on this site that defined fear as "the absence of faith." It was noted offhandedly but it struck me. I do not agree. We are afraid... More »
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We had planned to have a babysitter come to watch our kids this morning. She has spent time with them in the past and they have a lot of fun with her. My wife had... More »
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Yesterday morning about twenty of us stood around a small hole in the ground, saying goodbye. The sky was gray. Half the group was children, the youngest three years old. Some poetry, some silence, some... More »
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THESE GRANDFATHERS You read me your first poem: your grandfather dying, your mother crying; the night cold, the sky big, the moon sharp and mean. Those first words were a blanket; your only warmth except... More »
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From www.poets.org : Hum by Ann Lauterbach The days are beautiful The days are beautiful. I know what days are. The other is weather. I know what weather is. The days are beautiful.... More »
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I spent the day at a high school today after over a week off from work. I had to put in a little time, partly to get ready for today, but mostly I thought little... More »
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This morning I arrived at the high school where I was scheduled to meet students and the word had already gotten to the guidance office that my step-mother had died. They were sad for me... More »
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