Tag Archives: The Writers Almanac

Sublimating Discontent

There’s just nothing like a laugh (especially the laugh of identification) to lift a person’s spirits. My day started with a postcard blue sky and snowy mountains. That was good. But then… checking my email, I read “Poem of the Day: Super … Continue reading

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Celebrating the Winter Solstice

Only four more days and I can celebrate the Winter Solstice! I don’t like cold and I don’t like dark, so reaching the cusp, looking over the crest and down toward warmer and lighter days warms me. January marks the onslaught … Continue reading

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Taking the Blue Out of Mid-winter

Westcliffe is bone cold. – -15 degrees farenheit this morning – a morning like weeks of others. It is the kind of cold that makes you wish that your fingers were fatter. Gloves don’t quite cut it. My hands are bloodless. I look at … Continue reading

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Margaritaville

I’ve just read Garrison Keillor‘s most recent letter. Not actually a letter to me personally, but I take his Writer’s Almanac very personally. His conversational tone speaks to me and me alone. And when I hear him read, we two … Continue reading

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