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This Morning the Writing Cafe is Serving…
Anne Sexton’s wonderful autumnal poem, Her Kind. The recommended menu while reading this poem? Pumpkin bread and hot apple cider. (Tea is an acceptable substitute for the apple cider.) If you’d like...
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Scenes From A Walk
It is difficult to remember sometimes how thoroughly children inhabit a world that is not our own. The other day, walking with my youngest son, this was more obvious to me than it usually is. He...
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A Certain Slant of Light
At the end of my hall at work is a picture window and, beyond the window, a leafy tree (still leafy, even though it’s November). Larkin Street is just below this window. If you walk up Larkin, you’ll...
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The Spirits of the Air
If Blake is to be believed, the spirts of the air “live in the smells of fruit.” I kid you not. And even better, this all happens in autumn. Investigating this fruit-related issue, I have discovered...
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