whose names

The week has been about change. The next-to-the-last Kennedy of the Kennedys who impacted my generation died. Their narrative, as sad as it was brilliant, as lost as it was redemptive, was part of my narrative, part of the woof and warp of the tapestry of outside events that impacted my life. Jack Kennedy was [...]

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to joyce and sandi

My little writing group has made a shift. One of us has moved on. I’ve been lucky to have a safe writing place with these two women. Here’s a doddle after one of our sessions…off the cuff….just words….
1/4/03… soaked all afternoon in the richness of the time with Joyce and Sandi soaked in Houston’s kind winter sun [...]

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ha

My mother, carefully and kindly guided by her granddaughter, just bought me a birthday present. It was in a pretty bag, but after awhile, the presence of the bag on the coffee table began to bother her, and she kept asking, whose is it? And every time I’d tell her, it’s mine; it’s a present [...]

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yin and yang

From my journal:
May 2001: I dreamed you bold and laughing, naked I sat, at my ease, warm in the blue of your eyes. I woke, old longings, old yearnings, my companions. Awake I went to you. Your eyes were dull, your body thick, the boldness was in my dreams, in my memory. I did love [...]

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get me some tea

A funny thing has happened on this journey I call my life. 
I grew up watching women do all the household chores, and hearing men, my grandfather Clyde in particular, call out from his penuckle game, Woman, get me some tea. There was no respect for the domestic chores that kept our home cozy, the cleaning, the cooking, [...]

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