July’s Twilight

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posted Jul 9, 2023


  Yesterday, I was treated to one of July’s lovely, long lasting twilights. I had earlier in the day overseen what I considered some dramatic changes to our garden by a landscaping crew: some pretty ground cover in a once barren area, additional flowers strategically placed in several spotty...

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The Luckiest Bastard

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posted Dec 16, 2019


E. Marmer | Free to Navel Gaze My father Stanley taught me gratitude the way he taught me everything, which is to say, in the fewest words possible. In contrast, when telling a story, or bringing history alive, boy, could he grandstand. His descriptions were drawn out, delicious, almost...

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When She Was Here

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posted Jul 11, 2019


E. Marmer | Free to Navel Gaze When she was here, my mother would lie on her bed after I helped her shower, on top of the long white towel she insisted I put down so the bed wouldn’t get wet. But I thought of that towel as part...

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I Thank My Mother For My Sisters...

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posted Mar 31, 2019


E. Marmer | Free to Navel Gaze The Three Sisters by Betty Albert I am now parentless. My father died about fifteen years ago, and a little more than two weeks ago my mother died.  And I miss her so terribly. I am continually coming up against the impulse to...

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Oh Mom

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posted May 23, 2018


Oh Mom. Mommy. My mommy.   You are my mommy to the fullest degree of meaning that term caries. You are the person to whom I can still, at age 56, show melted, back-to-age-four, unfiltered and undefended affection. As an adult I had to pull away, even at times...

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Offerings

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posted Sep 3, 2016


My dad had a love affair with the Native American people. Not that he ever involved himself in native communities or causes, tried to learn more about their culture by direct, intensive study, or even decried the decimation of that people and culture by the white European American settlers...

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