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Tazhii Da'Aghat (People Are Eating Turkey) Note:  The diacritical mark is missing under the first '"a,...

Yesterday, after waking up with a bad cold that just won't go away and is preventing me from volunteering with the babies at the dayca...

Last night I was relieved to receive an email from my friend who flew to the Philippines on October 30th after the unexpected death of her...

The Golden Notebook (1962) The Marriages Between Zones Three, Four and Five (1980) The Diary of a Good Neighbor (1984) Alfr...

After having followed a link at wood s lot to  Paintings in Proust (Vol. 1, Swann's Way)  and reading from Proust, it...

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"You have an idea; it comes from somewhere, and it works.  It always comes from deep down.  You don't know why y...

Our hearts go out A friend of mine emailed me before she flew to the Philippines on October 30th after the unexpected...

"I've been around iron all my life ever since I was a kid. I was born and raised in iron ore country - where you ...

Rumors of peace

Spending an afternoon in a gently lit room full of babies once a week is a revelation to me. There are no computers or cell phones in this...

You have to be very strong, ’cause you’ll start from zero Over and over again… ( Thanks to  Goat  for Lou Reed lyrics ...

Find poem  here . That's Whatcom Falls viewed from the WPA bridge over Whatcom Creek in Whatcom Falls Park.

In the preface to  Leaves of Grass,  Walt Whitman writes to himself and the men of his time: "This is what you shall do: Love ...

This view of Bellingham Bay and sky changes by the minute, but the water, shoreline of the Lummi Peninsula, and sky have been here for a ...

As I understand, the stones and pilings on this section of shoreline on Bellingham Bay were brought in from elsewhere and a...

Thanks to  Doonesbury video archives . for whatever we lose (like a you or a me) it's always ourselves we find in the sea E.E. ...

Listen  on John Lennon's 73rd birthday. The trees were shining in the late-day light yesterday, and there was a gull ...

In the ocean of compassion I sank like a stone, With no self to protect, breathing out like a k...

“The passage into mystery always refreshes. If, when we work, we can look once a day upon the face of mystery, then our labo...