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Toughness doesn’t have to come in a pinstripe suit. -Dianne Feinstein Used to be, and in some places still is, women could only expect to be teachers, nurses, or secretaries, as my friend Janna writes in a recent story. Noble professions all, among the very noblest and most important, and yet a choice of three only? Was there anything more…
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I’m looking for Becky Hansen, one of the fabulous artists who created art for my upcoming book, LIFE IS A VERB. The email address I have for her is coming back undeliverable and the publisher needs to reach her. Becky – if you are out there somewhere, send a sign. Or if you know Becky, please let me know how…
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Invisible Work Because no one could ever praise me enough, because I don’t mean these poems only but the unseen unbelievable effort it takes to live the life that goes on between them, I think all the time about invisible work. About the young mother on Welfare I interviewed years ago, who said, "It’s hard. You bring him to the…
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A few days on a wee island. Sand. Confused Dog. Two (rapidly) aging parents (um, that would be me and Mr Brilliant). Three kids (and no, I’ve not been hiding one, and haven’t given birth recently–Emma brought a friend because we are so completely and totally boring to be with now). Bikes. Books. Moleskine. 3×5 cards in my back pocket….
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What kind of deranged obsessive stalker quivering groupie would I be if I neglected to wish Mr Collins a happy birthday today, this 22nd of March… Sweet Billy turns 67 today. What a fine age. Imagine my delight at finding this treasure trove of Billy online yesterday, reading one of his books of poetry, available for free download at Open…
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Another voice important to me, that of k.d. lang. (I especially love her beautiful, beautiful reaction to the standing ovation at the very end of this video). My friends Smarty Butt and Pretty Boy went to see her in concert last night in Seattle and reminded me of the power of her voice. Don’t you wish you had friends named…
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Sometimes it is hard to name our own truth, to speak it. And in those times, we turn to poets. As if they alone have captured the true function of art–to provide us metaphors that make deep truths of life bearable, knowable, speakable. Walking with my friend Kichom once as we crossed campus to the first meeting of a class…
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A hip hip hooray out to little Albert Einstein on his birthday today. As he knows better than anyone, age is relative (har-de-har-har). So let’s send a shout out to the man whose name is synonymous with genius. And let’s remind him that he owes his first wife, Mileva Mari?, an apology, a life back. When Mileva Mari? turned 15,…
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