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The Black River of Loss
Sorrow is irrevocably paired with kindness. Perspective can be pain’s companion. Fear of what lies ahead may be mirrored by hope. What’s lost has been perennially entwined with what may be found. Loss can be as much about transformation and … Continue reading
Posted in Love and Loss
Tagged Act 1, loss, Love's Labours Lost, Mary Oliver's "Blackwater Woods", Scene 1, writing 101, writing101
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Love Lessons: A Marriage Manifesto
” . . . [T]here are three people in a marriage, there’s the woman, there’s the man, and there’s what I call the third person, the most important, the person who is composed of the man and woman together.” –Jose Saramago, … Continue reading
Posted in Love and Loss
Tagged "Dewy Adorable Days Gone By", "The Real Housewives of New Jersey", Cambridge, Donna Tartt, E. Lockhart's "We Were Liars", Exeter, George Bernard Shaw, Greg Brown's "Down at the Dream Cafe", John Hiatt's "Cry Love", John Stewart's "The Daily Show", Jose Saramago's "All the Names", loss, marriage, Memorial Church, motherhood, Phillips Church, Reverend Bob, Weekly Writing Challenge: Manifesto, widowhood
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Fever’s Edge
A few nights ago I was running a respectable fever and was utterly miserable. The plates of my skull seemed to shift; fireworks went off behind my eyes; the supply of tissues was exhausted long before my sneezing fits ebbed. … Continue reading
Posted in Love and Loss
Tagged Billy Collins, dreams, husband, insomnia, loss, memory, pity party, poetry, sleep
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Murder in a Small Town
When I dropped my daughter off at school yesterday morning, police and campus security were cordoning off huge sections of Exeter in anticipation of a Town Hall visit by the Vice-President. It was a rote and reasonable plan for … Continue reading
Posted in Back in the Real World
Tagged loss, murder, perimeter, police chief, screaming sirens
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