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Continue reading →: Drought
The small creek now holds only smooth round rockswhere once water flowed freelyand ducks floated easily and fish swam just out of reachof small boys with large hooksat the end of their father’s poles. All is hard and dry now. The sun has birthed a hundred baby firesthat skitter like…
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Continue reading →: The Rolling Stone
He was a tall, rangy, Ichabod Crane sort of guy with snapping brown eyes and a wide smile with a tooth on one side missing. He always wore plaid flannel shirts, jeans, work boots with leather laces and a baseball cap that hid his incipient bald spot. He had a…
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Continue reading →: Callings
There is always a certain moment when the presence of Autumn is felt, like a seed revealing itself within the fruit. In some years it is a crisp smell in the morning air, or perhaps the need to pull up the extra blanket from the bottom of the bed at…
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Continue reading →: Climate Change
A middle aged man in Bermuda shortspushes a white-haired woman in a wheelchairalong the path that leads to the pondwhere today the ducks and geese float peacefullybeneath the high shooting fountainswhose spray is blown eastward in fine dropletsby the offshore winds which have finally arrived from the southwhere great walls…
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Continue reading →: Memory Lane
When I moved to Sacramento I wanted to become involved in the community so when a friend asked me to volunteer some time at a local Alzheimer’s Daycare Center, I agreed. Once a week I would visit and start a discussion with the ladies on a topic such as “what…
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Continue reading →: The Priests
Our house was across the street from St. Bartholomew’s Catholic Church. The cool darkness of the stone church was lit by the twinkle of red votive candles in the corners and the smell of an intoxicating incense emanated from the walls. Solemn confessional boxes stood like upright coffins, despising…
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Continue reading →: WHERE AM I?
There was an article in the NY Times a few years ago about Google maps and ‘location-awareness.’ “In the future such location-awareness will be built into more than just phones. All of our stuff will know where it is – and that awareness will imbue the real world with…
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Continue reading →: TWILIGHT
In these last moments before twilight descendsand the round glowing sun bows once, twice,then slides behind the shadows of the giant oak,the singing, twittering, calling of birds fills the airwith observations, instructions, evening prayers. Are they drawing in the tender approach of night,or holding back the last embrace of light?Their…
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Continue reading →: The Lady
In the early 1950’s not everyone in our town had a car and if they did, it was the men who drove. My mother was one of the women in our family who had learned to drive and most Monday nights she and I would go shopping in a nearby…
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Continue reading →: A Labor of Love
“Work is love made visible.” Kahil Gibran: The Prophet Labor Day became a federal holiday in 1894 and was started to honor workers and their contribution to society. Today I don’t believe the holiday does either. There are no workers held up for admiration, no work that is honored for…
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I’m Marie
I’ve gathered together a variety of stories, essays, anecdotes and observations I’ve written over the years. I hope you find something to enjoy!
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