Category Archives: reading

pardon my texting

Posted on February 7, 2012 by Deanna

On a recent evening the Art Walk downtown cast its perspectives, in cafes and on corners, on subjects of nature, nurture, music, magic, lust, and love. People roamed and snacked and appreciated. Someone commented on their smart phone’s capabilities. I responded, “I have a dumb phone.” Which is true. Or maybe it’s my phone that … Continue reading →

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now it’s here

Posted on September 13, 2010 by Deanna

I sat up, awake, not sure where I was. There was some urgency, something wrong, but I couldn’t think what. Maisa’s white bedclothes rose and fell slightly with her breathing. Only a dream. I slipped out of bed and found my socks. It was daylight out. The bedroom felt dim and stale. Maisa had pulled … Continue reading →

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covered in reads!

Posted on January 8, 2010 by Deanna

Thanks to Christmas, the good prose of others covers me head to toe. (I wanted a pic with a book open on my head, but they’re too slippery.) One’s a loaner, the Scientific American issue from 2005 about consciousness. Thanks to my friend Laura I can browse some of science’s surmises on the brain, since … Continue reading →

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out in

Posted on November 12, 2009 by Deanna

Every year it happens. Just when everybody else revs up in excitement over NaNoWriMo, NaBloPoMo, and all the other greatest things to do in and around cyberland, I start to chill out. Or maybe it’s cozy up. Today our fire burned clear, strong, blithely, and glowingly throughout the hours, while chili simmered in the slow … Continue reading →

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question of the week

Posted on August 27, 2009 by Deanna

It’s another of those mornings when I wonder what I can send into the ether or stuff inside my mailbox (oops, need to buy stamps). I’m pondering why we read what we do. Last Friday I spent nearly eight hours preparing two submissions and toddling them off. Then I felt accomplished. Also, looking back, I … Continue reading →

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carried away

Posted on August 3, 2009 by Deanna

Silence can mentor. The wilderness is loud with it. I’m working on another guest blog, wherein I’ll reveal ways blogging itself has helped me write. Last night, in bed early even for me after a day out and away, I pondered the teacherly ways of silence. Three years ago I published my first posts to … Continue reading →

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projecting

Posted on May 11, 2009 by Deanna

I walked along the bike path a few days ago, my temp job at Glory Bee a few days done. Like sunlight off the river, my thoughts reflected a positive view. The time at the warehouse gave me a different project, a bit of money, and a nice change of pace. By the last day … Continue reading →

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well-wrought perspective

Posted on March 10, 2009 by Deanna

In January I spent some Christmas money on a book by Gary Presley, Seven Wheelchairs: A Life Beyond Polio. I’d been eager to read it, having seen excerpts on Gary’s blog. His story, like the best memoirs do, carried me into a place and time I couldn’t travel to otherwise – in Gary’s case, it’s … Continue reading →

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now of Christmas

Posted on December 14, 2008 by Deanna

We wait for snow. Arctic air has settled north of us and is supposed to lower our near-freezing temperatures even more tonight. Fire in the woodstove is our hub. Warm dishwater soothes the fingers. I set Christmas plates and mugs on shelves, humming to piano-smooth carols from the stereo. My daughter fasts, anticipating an Orthodox … Continue reading →

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Posted on November 13, 2008 by Deanna

But of bliss and glad life there is little to be said, before it ends; as works fair and wonderful, while still they endure for eyes to see, are their own record, and only when they are in peril or broken forever do they pass into song. ~J.R.R. Tolkien, The Silmarillion

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