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A NEST OF WORDS
I’m not yet done with Pepys; his diary gives us physicality, action, not dreams, explanations, or fears. He tells us his wife has gone to visit her family, but not if he misses her. We see that he eats dinner and has drinks with friends. He gives us action and trusts that we will conjure…
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Lost in Bookland
It’s been a long time since I spent time here. So where have I been? Oh, mostly in my chair, chocolate nearby, and a book in my hands. Just what I need with the onset of winter–technically a ways off, but last week we had a doozy on the Front Range of Colorado–cold, snowy, good…
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Blind Date with a Murder Mystery
A couple of weeks ago I plucked a novel by Sara Paretsky off a library shelf. I was vaguely familiar with her name, in part because she has written nineteen novels, but it was sort of a blind date and we just didn’t hit it off. I read a bit and set it aside. Then…
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Sorrow & Confusion
I’ve been reading David Orr’s You, Too, Could Write a Poem: Selected Reviews and Essays, 2000-2015. Orr’s style and substance are fine, and he goes deep into issues that concern me. Circumstance or synchronicity, not sure which, drew me to copy into my journal the question of whether or not a “bad man” could write…
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A Week of Weakness
My recent illness was not exotic, just an annoying head cold that required me to stay close to the tissue box and the herbal tea, and prevented me from leaving home in order not to offend or contaminate others. One of the several annoyances this week was the distraction of sneezing, coughing and dripping. My…
Karen Douglass, Author 