Giving thanks, today and every day

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Today, social media lights up with status updates, tweets and posts about the beauty of life, from as many different perspectives as friends and followers. It’s a precious succession of pearls, lovely little… Continue reading

We are all Ferguson. Whoever we are.

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Ferguson is burning. If you’re not burning with it, shame on your empathy-evacuated soul. On Aug. 9, police officer Darren Wilson shot and killed Michael Brown on a residential street in Ferguson, near… Continue reading

On writing: It gots to get out.

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This was originally posted on my  Medium page. Visit me there, if you’re so inclined.  A professor I had in undergrad gave me my motto, or he gave it words: “It’s in me, and… Continue reading

On internships, mentorships, and mine

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Tonight I spoke to the Buffalo Niagara Chapter of the New York State Women, Inc.  about internship programs: Getting one, using one, making the most of interns and all they can do. It was… Continue reading

Let’s have some fun.

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Tuesday is pagination day at the paper. The day on which I construct the words and pages and pictures puzzle that becomes a newspaper. Each week, a tiny miracle, when the paper is… Continue reading

Shining a light on invisible illness

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This is a very personal post on an equally personal subject. If you’d rather not read it, consider this your trigger warning and move along to something more general. If borderline confessional blogs… Continue reading

Lewis and Clark and our soul-deep need to escape

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Summer still smells like gasoline from unfamiliar stations and my view of those worlds is streaked with droplets squeegeed away, line by line, until clarity returns. Every summer, dad loaded up our 1987… Continue reading

Summer daze: The kids are (still) alright

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  I spoke at a book club last week, an intensely personal experience that always leaves me feeling a bit like an orange whose peel has been partially whittled away, my soft, juicy… Continue reading

A room of her own: the writing space

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  I’m crouched on my couch, thinking about writing desks, searching for photos of writing desks, when I could be, am supposed to be, really should be writing. Writing is such a holistic thing,… Continue reading

Accident report

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My mother always told me, or someone’s mother did, “pride goeth before a fall.” Yesterday morning, I delivered the keynote address at my alma mater high school’s biennial career day. I spoke to… Continue reading