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General Store Sears and Roebuck The original Amazon The circles of  time-periscoping Evolution Of the landmarks of our Consumerist commitment— Beacons that guided Our travels Before GPS   White Front  To Gemco To Target   Rexall To Longs To CVS To Cannabis dispensary   Mr. Jordan’s corner tobacco/liquor  To 7-11 To million dollar condos  …    
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My small screen Is a black hole That sucks me into The miasmic plasma Of hidden light, That both connects And separates me To and from others I sense the forever Yearning The existential hole Where we plug in Hoping to feel  An integrity  That constantly falls Apart, on its way To wholeness My tether…    
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Mother Once a Native American man told me that if you lie face down  with head pointed north and feet pointed south the earth mother would accept any grief  in your heart                       cleansing you, freeing                   …    
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Releasing Roots I pull out Mama’s earrings From the tangle of jewelry In the re-used coconut butter jar, Gently pressing them  Into the ears that  She pierced with an icy potato And a thin-pained needle When I was 11 years old.  They were her favorites And though she taught me That earrings don’t have to…    
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For my mama on her 67th Birthday My Mama taught me When I was 5 weeks old, my father was killed in a car accident, my mama tried not to be sad when she nursed me, so I would not be sad, my mama taught me: Today is the day- to laugh, to learn, to…    
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Freedom with a Roof At age 18 in January of our Senior year in high school my boyfriend Mike and I were chomping at the bit to get out on our own. We both grew up in Santa Clara Valley as the orchards were starting to disappear. We both had jobs in the tech industry…    
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  Strange Fall Other years Autumn  Means  First the poison oak leaves flame a brilliant red,  while the mountain maple blazes yellow. Usually the thrumming cricket chorus thins to a few hardy soloists when the morning and evening’s chill  signals winter’s shadow  hiding around the slipping sunshine. This year the talk of drought and global…    
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The Re-gift      I first met Nicki while moving in across the way from her house. Our children were both ready to launch from the nest, and my family was realizing a long held dream of relocating into the mountains. We loved that the house was at the end of a dirt road with…    
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  I have been given such gifts words choke in my throat as I reach, I stretch, bend and shake toward expressing the utter astonishment the deep wonder the overpowering gratitude at this moment I am  awake    
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Baby Girl Downstairs in the open loft apartment, I hear above me my daughter and her husband and my new grandbaby  having one of those rapturous conversations that involve  cooing and squeaks soft-voiced tender words and, sweet giggles and chuckles that wrap the love  of the deep presence with and around  this moment. That Alive, …    
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	General Store
Prompted By Shopping Local
    / Stories
I-pad Magnet or My prayer for Millennials
Prompted By Social Media Friendships
    / Stories
Mother
Prompted By Earth Day
    / Stories
Releasing Roots
Prompted By Women We Admire
    / Stories
My Mama
Prompted By Women We Admire
    / Stories
Freedom with a Roof
Prompted By My First Apartment
    / Stories
Strange Fall
Prompted By New Beginnings
    / Stories
  Strange Fall Other years Autumn  Means  First the poison oak leaves flame a brilliant red,  while the mountain maple blazes yellow. Usually the thrumming cricket chorus thins to a few hardy soloists when the morning and evening’s chill  signals winter’s shadow  hiding around the slipping sunshine. This year the talk of drought and global…    
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                  Re-Gifting
Prompted By Gifts
    / Stories
After 20 Minutes of Solo Estatic Dancing on My Living Room Floor
Prompted By Gifts
    / Stories
Baby Girl
Prompted By Grandparents & Grandchildren
    / Stories
Baby Girl Downstairs in the open loft apartment, I hear above me my daughter and her husband and my new grandbaby  having one of those rapturous conversations that involve  cooing and squeaks soft-voiced tender words and, sweet giggles and chuckles that wrap the love  of the deep presence with and around  this moment. That Alive, …    
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