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Archive for May, 2012

remember.

From May 2007 on 37days: In celebration of the real meaning of Memorial Day in the U.S., an 1876 flag with 38 stars that we hang on our porch for Memorial Day and the Fourth of July and other days when the happy spirit of patriotism strikes. It is easy in our hip, intellectual, urbane world–the one in which we…
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pure awesomeness

I ran across this video on Facebook, and I’ve watched it many times and cried each time. What a joyous, wacky, wonderful, creative way to say I love you. Truth be told, it reminds me of Mr Brilliant. And that made me smile, and it gave me some idea of how special the man is who dreamed this up–and, more…
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We saved The Hoofprint!

A month ago, I wrote about a wonderful young woman named Kala and her high school newspaper, The Hoofprint. I asked readers to help this group of students fulfill their dream of printing the newspaper throughout the school year in spite of budget cuts that had taken away their money to do so. Together, you and I raised $1,360.74–more than…
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in which I meet Carlos Fuentes.

Oddly, I posted this photo as my Facebook profile shot yesterday. It was taken to commemorate my lunch date with Carlos Fuentes, the brilliant, charming, and beautiful Mexican novelist who gave us The Death of Artemio Cruz, Aura, The Good Conscience, The Hydra Head, and more. I was thinking about him, and posted it. He died today. (I feel fairly…
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one of those days we will remember

It started late last night with a call from Emma. “She’s calling to wish you a Happy Mother’s Day,” John said as he handed me the phone. “But it’s only 11:57!” I joked. “Hi, honey,” I said. “Happy Mother’s Day!” she said. “How’s your new apartment?” I asked. We chatted for a moment, and then, suddenly, she appeared around the…
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oh, daddy : thirty-two years ago today.

One Year When I got to his marker, I sat on it, like sitting on the edge of someone’s bed and I rubbed the smooth, speckled granite. I took some tears from my jaw and neck and started to wash a corner of his stone. Then a black and amber ant ran out onto the granite, and off it, and…
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change your verbs, change the landscape of your life.

I was deeply honored to wear a Harry Potter robe on Saturday morning and march onto the gorgeous lawn of Guilford College to give the commencement address 30 years after I received my own diploma from there. Here are some photos from that special day, some 3x3x365 posts about it, and a link to my remarks, “The Geography of Verbs,”…
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