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Dean is in the hospital. Just a minor scare with his heart. All the tests are normal so far. I'm sure he'll be fine and go home to...
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you and I spread out against the sky half-deserted shells What is it? our visit. a talking angel yellow fog there will be time to prepare a ...
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One of my nieces is in the ICU at Children's Hospital with newly diagnosed Juvenile Onset Diabetes. My sister says her kid had been losi...
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It's been a busy week. We are in the midst of "Going Live" with an electronic medical records system for our clinics here in S...
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A copy of What's Written on the Body arrived this afternoon, and it is just GORGEOUS! I love it I love it I love it. And it is so nice ...
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A fascinating essay by Joel Brouwer, about the work of poet CD Wright, in the current issue of Parnassus . Here's a quote: " . . . ...
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In transliteration, you take a poem written in a language that is foreign to you, translate the sounds of the words into your language, and...
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This was just too silly and fun, I had to share it (and please nobody be offended: it's just the letters talking.) : Asleep Inside an Ol...
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This morning there was an interesting story about Poetry magazine and its Ruth Lily endowment, on NPR's Weekend edition. One of the iss...
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Today Dean and I are planting the rest of this year's vegetable garden. We had already planted lettuce, beans, and broccoli raab from s...
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