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MemoircynthiaNovember 11, 2007The Mississippi, memoir, Mark Twain, Huck Finn, Mississippi River, riverboats, midwest, Illinois, Iowa, Interstate 80Comment
3:54 a.m.
3:54 a.m.
MemoircynthiaNovember 11, 2007insomnia, reflections, Eddie, mother, orange juice, Tom StoppardComment
Lonely, Longing, and A Little Long Island
Lonely, Longing, and A Little Long Island
MemoircynthiaNovember 4, 2007music mixes, Gene Pitney, adolescence, Long Island, turn-down day, Donovan, Cat Stevens Comments
Hope is So Out of Fashion
Hope is So Out of Fashion
Finding Hope, Friends, On WritingcynthiaNovember 3, 2007writing conference, Tamales Bay, hope, friends, writing Comment
The Sad Tale of Katie Mackenzie
The Sad Tale of Katie Mackenzie
MemoircynthiaNovember 3, 2007cats, lossComment
The Open Road
The Open Road
Memoir, TravelcynthiaNovember 3, 2007Highway 6, Nevada, road trips, open road, Utah Comments
Enjoy Your Time
Enjoy Your Time
MemoircynthiaSeptember 17, 2007Boston, Miranda Comments
The Low Spark of High-Heeled Hopes
The Low Spark of High-Heeled Hopes
Memoir, Ranch LifecynthiaSeptember 4, 2007online shopping, shoesComment
Faded Image
Faded Image
Family History, MemoircynthiaSeptember 2, 2007Assunta Miranda Carbone, grandmother, old photographs, brooklyn Comment
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Lines and reflections Fog at play. A hike with friends...foolproof remedy for the blues. We’re fortified now. A storied old house: “Outdoors the wind./Indoors the locked heart and the lost key.” (Louis Macniece) We ran into a skeleton, a miniature mule, and Milly today. I’m obsessed. Can you blame me?! Looking out towards Gaviota Peak the fog considers a comeback Ranch roads on this late summer morning... red vein veterinary lesson best kind of welcome Well, THIS was unexpected. And this is how we are getting to know the infinitely fascinating and oh-so-faraway Felix...sigh. When a friend calls to me from the road And slows his horse to a meaning walk, I don't stand still and look around On all the hills I haven't hoed, And shout from where I am, What is it? No, not as there is a time to talk. I thrust my hoe in th In a dark time the eye begins to see (Roethke) a walk adorned by swirls of fog The shy return of clouds.
“Instructions for living a life. Pay attention. Be astonished. Tell about it.”
— Mary Oliver
 

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