Memory Remnants Redux
Last week I posted some photos of fabric scraps leftover from my childhood. You guys (as my Michigan roots instruct me to phrase it) helped me with ideas of what to do with the scraps, ranging from...
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In September I posted photos of the fabric scraps I still have from my childhood. The inspiration for ruminating on what to do with them came from a couple of sources. One was Dawn Raffel’s book The...
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I finished another story scrap for my SCRAPS scrapbook–finally. As a reminder this is the first post. Click the photo to read it. When I was a preteen, my grandmother sewed me shorts sets from cotton...
View ArticleA Review, A New/Old Bowl, and a Poem
This new WordPress editor really stinks. It’s slow and awkward. I can’t figure out how to get “classic” back. It figures that they would do this in the year 2020. Three things today. First a book...
View ArticleNo Goodbye: A Cat Story
Five years ago, when the gardener and I adopted Kana, our black cat, I wrote a little bit about my first cat who also happened to be black. I thought I’d tell you the whole story this time. Here is...
View ArticleAnimals, a List
This past week the lit mag North of Oxford posted a list of the 10 most read poems from their magazine from January-July 2020. It was exciting to see my poem “Medusa’s #Metoo” make the list! 10 Most...
View ArticleScience and Me Redux
Over seven years ago, I posted “How and Why I Don’t Know Science,” which was “Freshly Pressed” by WordPress. I’m going to paste it here so you can read it if you like and if you didn’t at that time....
View Article70s Fashion Skirt
I’ve been remembering wrap-around skirts. If you’re from my era, you probably remember them. They were large circles of cloth, open on one side. You wrapped the cloth around yourself and tied,...
View ArticleWho Are Those Matching Ladies, Mommy?
When I was a little kid and went downtown Kalamazoo with my parents, I would often see a pair of identical twins who drew my attention. Two blonde adult women, dressed to the nines, always in matching...
View ArticleIrony, Heartbreak, Depression
I’ve become obsessed with a 1966 hit by The Statler Brothers: “Flowers on the Wall.” A bluegrassy-sounding song, it won a Grammy that year, and yet it’s weird and chockful of irony. I can’t stop...
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