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Archive for June, 2008

Name your pig and your chicken

If you greatly desire something, have the guts to stake everything on obtaining it. -Brendan Francis To the naked eye, this might look like picture of a little plastic pig and a little plastic chicken. But it is not. In fact, you could not be more wrong. This isn’t a picture of a little plastic pig and a little plastic…
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Trust yourself

It is by logic we prove. It is by intuition we discover. -Henri Poincare Recently, I was asked to speak to a class of seniors at my alma mater, Guilford College. After the class convened, we set out across campus and hiked a short distance into the woods on campus. At a clearing, we sat on the ground to talk….
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I’ll be looking for you. I’ll know you when I see you.

A quick little "mark your calendar" for readers in the Asheville area. Or in any area, really, in case you’ve been hankering to visit Asheville and this might fit into your travel plans…! (Subliminal message: Come! Come!) Just confirmed a September 20th book launch, reading, and signing at the fabulous independent bookshop Malaprop’s in downtown Asheville. Would love to meet…
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Don’t end up simply having visited this world.

It was late when we got there, to Mary Alice’s house. A visit that was years ago now, so the details don’t remain with me in deep clarity, but the sense I had of that space is still so strong–from out of a dark night we entered into color. It was the first time I had ever been in a…
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Read your Sunday paper

Really, I mean other than meeting Gene Hackman in FOUR SHORT SLEEPS, Is there any greater joy than a Sunday morning with the dining room table strewn with newspapers? Here in our unairconditioned and cranky-when-it-is-hot home, warm rosemary bagels from the Bruegger’s on Merrimon Avenue, some nice French press coffee–black, of course, and strong–and no fewer than five newspapers: Asheville…
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Feel yourself beloved on earth, then make me Scottish

Is there a lovelier accent than that of the Scottish? I think not. Oh, alright. I’m very fond of my friend Richard’s Kiwi accent. (Happy Birthday, Richard!) And there’s Tony and his lovely South African tone. And Eliav’s Israeli accent is definitely a keeper. But honestly? The Scottish? My favorite. I want to be Scottish. Make me Scottish. Talk to…
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Encourage a friend today

I know you’re busy. Those emails are piling up. The boss needs a report on the use of commas and the subjective clause in the report on the report on the findings of the report on sumpin-sumpin. The massage therapist is waiting. The kids are running naked in the backyard. The cat looks funny. Those cute little pointed ice cream…
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Catalog your fairies

“Tessie, you wanna go to the creek and take a class?” I asked two weeks ago. I had received a notice of a two-hour nature class for 5-7 year-olds at the Botanical Garden near our house. “YES! YES! YES!” she screamed, unsure what I was asking, but absolutely committed nonetheless. We should all be so sure. I emailed back to…
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Reach back, reach forward

Old as she was, she still missed her daddy sometimes. -Gloria Naylor Papa, apa, pita-ji, pabbi, daidi, otosan, tata, tevas, baba, peder, babbas, tayta, pare, daddy. No matter the language you speak, today’s the day to say "father" or "daddy" or "poppy" and reach out a hand to memories or futures. Happy father’s day to all those who are dads,…
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Giving voice

I think you might know that I have a book coming out in September. What you might not know is what makes me the proudest about that book. You’ll find out in this short audio file. Thanks to the ever-generous Rick Hamrick, I believe I’ve actually figured out how to post part of a podcast done recently by Christine Martell…
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