Tag Archives: Ode to Horace

Beveled Blue

My husband’s out-of-the-blue diagnosis was confirmed seven years ago.  It was a suffocatingly hot morning, the last Monday in June. For weeks beforehand I had a profound and decreasingly punctuated sense of dread. I was at the wheel of the … Continue reading

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Be Mindful

Sometimes you know exactly what’s coming and sometimes, as Edward Gorey more poetically put it, you have no idea that tomorrow it will be raining. Sometimes “It’s better not to know.”: Either Jupiter says  This coming winter is not        After … Continue reading

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Leader of the Flock

I know how some people feel about those who relate their dreams. I’m going to tell you about them anyway. Last night my dream self encountered one of those bizarre amalgams of ordinary nagging subconscious fears–of being late, of having … Continue reading

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