Category Archives: Creative writing

Dodging silver and other bullets

Today, I nearly walked into the path of a car that was entering traffic from a parking lot. The driver was edging into the road and had carefully scoped out his exit. I am certain that he had looked up … Continue reading

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Jews, Jesus and encounters at the front door

Sociologists and political scientists are worried about us—all of us and some of us a lot more. Part of their compensation package is based on how many people they can convince to share the same worry. And, if that worry … Continue reading

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To me or not to me.rev 3

Me.rev.3 I am learning the lessons of social media. Not only do I have a time-limited embodied life that keeps me busy enough—respiring, digesting, ambulating, interacting with others in real time and real places, and other tasks—I need to have … Continue reading

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My diminishing superpowers, mattering and the summoned life

In an earlier blog post, I wrote about my transformation into Tech Girl, a mature woman who would swoop in to rescue digitally challenged elders who were being attacked by electronic personal assistants and harassed by poorly designed log in … Continue reading

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Coffee, class and culture: Airport consumption patterns as a measure of globalization and status hierarchy

Coffee, class and culture: Airport consumption patterns as a measure of globalization and status hierarchy.

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At the beach without my poet

The second morning walk You were on my mind. If you were here, we would toss out lovely names. Our words taking aim for the truth and the moment. I would say, “Look, how the tern folds and unfolds his … Continue reading

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The courage of children

My pretty enough mother was always worried that we, her children, would have large noses. She would point to her own and my father’s as examples of noses that were simply too big. It seemed, however, that with sufficient and … Continue reading

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