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April 24, 2017

Snails Pace 🐌 🐌

Little glass bits by David Duthie amid twinkling white lights.

Little glass bits by David Duthie amid twinkling white lights.

Success is taking longer than expected. However, I is persisting. πŸ”

March 19, 2017

A Woman's Work is Never Done, Thank God 🏠

My first real attempt to sell my old, but still fresh, novel.

My first real attempt to sell my old, but still fresh, novel.

Yeah, I’d say that turning 70 has been pretty invasive, so far. I never expected it or planned for it – much like my publishing debut, come to think of it. I wanted to be published. I worked toward that goal like a person possessed, but I never planned what to do once the deed was done. Worse, I’d lost my biggest goal … as unsettling as watching a lighthouse go dark.

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February 8, 2017

The Other Side 🐣

The dichotomous view from my upstairs couch in the Red Room .

The dichotomous view from my upstairs couch in the Red Room. The tiny house that you can barely see is the Barenstein Bear's creator's last residence. She was in her 90s and still working.

I know a few things at 70, but there is still so much I don’t know. I know I love being alive and experiencing each numbered year, but I don’t know why we are given so few. At most, 120-give-or-take. We all need more time to create.

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January 13, 2017

Gif & Jif πŸ‘―

A moment of calm within a storm.

A moment of calm within a storm.

We are all now launched upon the vast uncertain seas of the year 2017. A guy is going to get inaugurated soon, and there’s a huge march of women planned for the next day in Washington. Due to the extensive but deep connections of my lobbyist friend Joan, we have two tickets to the party, if we decide to go. There are so many ways this can go.

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January 1, 2017

Holiday Stories πŸŽ„

A tree full of lights to brighten your day, indefinitely.

A tree full of lights to brighten your day, indefinitely.

There’s nothing like a Christmas tree to brighten a corner of your house. It’s critical therapy for these long dark nights of the year, and I will be leaving mine up and brightly lit for as long as it pleases. As long as I love it; as long as it cheers. Last year I harvested the dry needles of its predecessor on the first day of spring.

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