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the clouds begin to come to life Apropos of nothing – as I write this – the evening before it gets its automated posting time – I have just discovered that it is not, in fact Tuesday evening. It is Wednesday evening. And the deadline for something I was supposed to do is not [...] My Sunday morning walk is often in a park that was once a civil war fort. The city has encroached lightly enough that visitors can occasionally get a view that provides the illusion of bucolic isolation but mostly the scenery is of picnic tables, swings, and widely spaced trees with apartment buildings beyond. When I [...] …or a book I’m glad I read and mention only briefly while trying to sort out thoughts bouncing around my head…
I was standing in the lobby checking in for a new job when a young woman come in came in the door, passed the front desks, and headed down a back hallway. The [...]
This year I bought one of the Paper Source DIY calendars. I’m a fan of their tagline: ‘Do Something Creative Every Day.’ Or every month, as the case is here.
I adapted some tangles from Yoga for Your Brain – a Zentangle Workout [...] |
 
Becky's bookshelf: read
I was in a bookstore the other day hunting for something to read on writing when I got distracted by the books on reading. I picked this one up, knowing nothing about Nick Hornby beyond his connection to About a Boy. My impressions in no...
I grew up loving to read and hope to pass that on so every year I get books for my nieces and nephews for Christmas. There are twenty of them and as they're getting older I can no longer give only books I've read so each year there are o...
 
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