Monthly Archives: September 2014

Beyond 101 Things: 14th Quarterly Report

14th quarterly report: July – Sept., 2014 It’s been a slow couple of months on the blog. My summer was filled with tennis, and now that I am back to work this fall, my days are consumed with school. I … Continue reading

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Karma in a Plastic Bag

She said releasing the creatures would make merit, a boon for our souls for under a dollar. Freed from plastic, they spread into the water like goodness into the world. But would she recapture them early tomorrow, so the cycle … Continue reading

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From the DMV to the DMZ

My son the math genius and I were rushing to his driving test, so I was surprised when he flicked on the right blinker for a detour. “I’m just going to practice backing in for a minute,” David said. Despite … Continue reading

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Travel theme: Strong

{Linking up with Travel theme: Strong} In Amsterdam, my husband and I got a tip about a tasting bar nearby, and we were enchanted by its strong adherence to tradition. The ancient bar was stark–no music, no decorations, no beer … Continue reading

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It wasn’t the horses

Decades of tension evaporated when she loved her grandchildren, my children, so she came along to the dude ranch with us. She thought the horses caused her backache. It wasn’t the horses. So, newly close, I could help her die, … Continue reading

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Riddle on a Plate: What Am I?

Vitellus stares out from its wreath of albumen; cured and smoked belly strips dare. Fermented endosperm thanks magical fungus; lycopene flaunts from its sphere. Tuberous nightshade’s with musical fruit; spore-bearing wonders are near. Sliced pudding’s sincerely iron-ic. Clearly, there’s plenty … Continue reading

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An Invader Crept

I’d thought my boys were locked in snug against that hostile land, and sleep in the empty night would restore us, but they hadn’t been secure; an invader crept. Crushed under an angry heel, the menace turned to dust; my … Continue reading

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