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My Secret Garden
I am taking a course with Arthur R. at Brandeis in their Bolli program. It’s about short stories that are funny. We are having such fun. We just read a piece by A.A. Milne, from Winnie the Pooh, “in which … Continue reading
X Finity
I was getting my hair colored the other day, being of “that age”. The conversation next to me did turn to time. It seems like yesterday, just yesterday when….How did we get this old? And yet, I would venture most … Continue reading
urth to Ruth
Today I bopped into The Bryn Mawr Bookstore on Huron Ave., in Cambridge to look for a book by or about Bob Dylan. It’s getting to be routine, that I feel something, and then go to the Bryn Mawr and … Continue reading
Tinkerbell & Tigerlily
In Peter Pan, the wonderful J. M. Barrie story, the fairy Tinkerbell is said to exist only if people believe she does. It seems in life there are many things, especially for children, that we adults do not believe, but … Continue reading
The Dressing Room
If all the world’s a stage, then surely The Dressing Room plays a large part in any actor’s story. I went to this lovely Newton store en route home today from Brandeis Bolli, where I was enjoying a course that … Continue reading
self and self fish
A long time ago I met a man of letters, a man who truly is about l etters. He keeps letters from all over the world, and collected these for many years. Amazingly, something he must have written to these … Continue reading
a singing song
I was listening to the lyrics of the Grateful Dead, choosing among songs, for my course on the lyric poetry, and lives of songwriters, a course I have named after Jakob Dylan’s beautiful song, From The Bottom of My Heart. … Continue reading
Coin of the Realm
” So shall my lungs coine words to their decay.” William Shakespeare (Coriolanus) Within the word, coincidence itself there is “coin“. I find it interesting that I am not only experiencing this “thing” in spades but that I am also … Continue reading
turquoise
For some inchoate reason, today seems to be about turquoise. I remember a woman, Margo M. a participant in a beloved poetry group, since disbanded. She always wore turquoise. Everything turquoise. So I asked, Why turquoise? Her answer, “Because it’s … Continue reading
wait, wait, don’t tell
Try sitting on a story, any story, that has you bursting at the seams, and see how you cope when you aren’t permitted to tell that story. Try sitting on a story for over eleven years, experiencing this, daily. When … Continue reading