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A continuous stream, moving backwards from my most recent thoughts to the roots of this space.

Pasu Sightings Writing Archives 2016-2017
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Pasu Sightings

A co-worker declared to me today, “You’re a witch!” We were talking about my dog Pasu, who died two weeks ago. I…

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Doubt Writing Archives 2016-2017
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Doubt

My experience with doubt is contrary to Emily Dickinson’s. Here’s my poem. Below it is Dickinson’s "A doubt if it be Us."…

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Moving In and Out of Darkness Writing Archives 2016-2017
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Moving In and Out of Darkness

Saturday I drove westward to Cannon Beach. Sunday I drove eastward to Hood River. Each trip included snow and clouds on the…

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Sneaker Waves Writing Archives 2016-2017
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Sneaker Waves

I’m on my way to the coast today so I can breathe. I will walk on the beach and remember Pasu running,…

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He Insults My Soul Writing Archives 2016-2017
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He Insults My Soul

He insults my soul. It’s unrestful for me to see him in office, look at him, hear him speak, read his clownish,…

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An Unusual Year Writing Archives 2016-2017
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An Unusual Year

It has been an unusual year. A few personal saving graces have countered the distress and disappointment about national matters. I will…

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Searching for Umpqua Writing Archives 2016-2017
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Searching for Umpqua

In this photo, taken in 1991, I was almost 34 years old and had just moved from southern California to southern Oregon…

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Tolerance, No Thank You Writing Archives 2016-2017
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Tolerance, No Thank You

Since the mass shooting inside Pulse, a gay nightclub in Orlando, Florida, I have heard calls for “tolerance” from politicians, late-night comedians, clergy, and…

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Into the Woods Writing Archives 2016-2017
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Into the Woods

Note: This was my About page from my former blog Into the Woods (whispers of old trees), which I populated with writings…

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Forever Fledging

Because curiosity and growth never retire

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