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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…

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”…

The Other Shoe Drops

There’s almost always “another shoe to drop” when we dream, but usually it’s internal and often happens without the dreamer’s conscious awareness. I wrote recently about my dream of a black swan. A few days later, my beloved husband and I were putting fresh linens on our bed together, one of those sweet companionable things…