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Grieving a Lost Son Never Ends

  Strange, the power of these mixed media pages done on the fly. I thought I was sticking bits of paint, tissue, words and even the grainy contents of an unused herbal tea bag to work toward some essential point about one of my characters, Jackson Celestine Harper, and his feelings about the loss of…

All You Need Is

I was married once on September 10. Gosh, we were young, clueless and divorced in ten years, damaged but neither of us broken. Thank God, I got another chance to have a phenomenal, long-running marriage — coming up on 35 years next February. I propped this recycled cardboard card up on Buck’s computer this morning…

LOVE

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she sang his didn’t he danced her did

Yes, I know that’s not the way e.e. cummings wrote the line in the first stanza of anyone lived in a pretty how town. But that’s the way it popped into my head sometime in the greenhouse hours between 3 and 5 this morning. My pre-dawn editing, changing “he sang his didn’t he danced his did”…

When Your Big Sister is Sick and Hurting

My big sister and I haven’t actually seen each other in thirty years. The reasons are myriad and insufficient. She lives on the opposite side of the country, an artist who loves the desert home she shares with her husband. We’re all growing old now. She is 77. At 66, I’m still the baby sister.…