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Julia and Fennel Nights What I love most about watching episodes of Julia Child's The French Chef is how she scrapes the inside of a fish after scaling it and having the scales flying all over the place....

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Tiny Steps in Some Direction My petunias are getting leggy. This is always the time of the year when they get leggy and I turn again them, resent their not keeping themselves thick and lush....

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My New Learning Curve Daily writing prompt Are you a lifelong learner? View all responses Well, today I learned that if you buy a $39, nuclear weapons protection grade, red birdfeeder that requires each bird to create a unique registration number not shared with any other bird in order to partake of any seeds, then the squirrels will suddenly refrain from hanging on the current birdfeeder and will eschew even entering the yard....

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It’s a Hard Knock Life, So I’ve Heard Remember toys that came in cereal boxes? Decoder rings and such? Well, our ever-hungry backyard squirrel, the one who has been raiding the bird seed bin for days came up on the porch and chewed the heck out of the super-duper green plastic Toy Story cereal spoon that was left out here after one of our morning sits....

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Blessed are the Well-Wishers, I Guess What you write about and what you want to write about are two different things a lot of the time....

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Want What You Have or Not Daily writing prompt If you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be? View all responses…...

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Apparel has two P’s and one R

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Back Porch Barbie: Entry #2

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All the Things will Leave I'm giving my mother's afghan to Goodwill. It is pretty but very scratchy. Just writing that makes me feel like the afghan being scratchy is an insufficient reason to put it in the used blanket bin at Goodwill....

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I’m Not a Wreck, I am Super Functional I'm not a wreck. I am super functional. I have to be because there is so much to do....

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Back Porch Barbie: Entry #1

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What I Didn’t Say at My Daughter’s Funeral I didn't say that when she came here from Nicaragua when she was seven, she could catch fish with her bare hands....

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Surrender This morning in the kitchen, just minutes after waking up, I burst into a belly laugh so earthy and so wild that it made me glad to be alive in this moment even with all the terrible trouble and hand wringing because a four year old girl with a head of flying black hair hugged my leg so tight that I had to walk with her attached across the room to reach the coffee pot....

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The Perfect Spiral is a Thing of Beauty

Two teenage Jewish girls are playing catch with a football in the middle of our street. They are early teens, maybe thirteen or fourteen, and, of course, they are wearing skirts because their family is Orthodox as are all the Jewish families on our street except us. We, well, my husband is genetically Jewish, culturally Jewish, Jewish in a hundred different ways, but he’s not religious. Still,…

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It's Usually Right in Front of Us

Daily writing promptWhat is the meaning of life?View all responses I don’t do a lot of interpretive dance anymore but occasionally I take a picture that could generate some earnest group discussion. If this picture of dear Tempest ready to lead her human down a sunny trail doesn’t speak to you in some way, well, I have a lot of cat pictures. Nobody knows the meaning of life. That’s the true…

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Tales of the Valet Parking Stand

Sometimes if you can’t write about a thing, you can write around the edges of a thing. Today, while I was waiting outside the hospital for the valet parking guy to get my car, I espied a huge man clad in all white sitting in a wheelchair a few feet away. He had blond hair but was older and had a face that had piles of years, decades, folded every which way. He was enormous, so much so that where…

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I Can't Peel an Egg while I'm Driving and Other Things I Thought I'd Never Have to Say Again

Though some strange turn of events which I might explain later or maybe never at all, we are taking care of our four-year-old granddaughter, for a while or for longer than a while, we don’t know. We did a variation of this several years ago so we know the drill of suddenly turning one’s life upside down to accommodate Play-Doh and Barbies. Another grandchild spent a lot of time growing up here,…

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