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Dreams of Skibbereen (or what the Great Famine can teach us)

The year was 1846. The potato blight wasn’t new; it had first started turning potato crops across Ireland to black mush during the harvest of 1845. But in 1845, it had blighted only about 30% of a bumper crop. Difficult, but survivable. 1846 proved to be an entirely different story. I discovered the Irish History […]

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In memory

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The news of Bob’s death found its way to me on Facebook. It was probably appropriate, although it felt not so much so. I hadn’t seen him in years, and dated him only a few times. But due to the uniquely vulnerable time during which we met, we had once been emotionally close, talking for […]

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What you need

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I am tired. My elbow has a weird rash I only get when my belly is not feeling quite right. I fall asleep shortly after 9:00 p.m., and wake up gasping at around 3:00 a.m. nearly every night, some half-forgotten horror clawing at me, making its way closer even though I’m trying to escape at […]

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The Queen of Last Chances

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Today, NaNoWriMo begins. (NaNoWriMo stands for National Novel Writing Month, an activity that many writers engage in in November, in which we aim to write 50,000 words in one month). It is 9:43 p.m. Around July, I told myself I’d NaNo this year.  As August flitted away with vacation and school prep, and September was […]

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Support Stray!

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I’ve lucked out in a lot of ways, and one of the best ones is in the family I’ve been fortunate enough to land in. My kids are witty and awesome (but, of course, they’re my kids, so duh), and my mom is just the proverbial mom-that-keeps-on-giving with about twice the energy that I have. […]

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It’s on

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I feel like many of my recent posts have been sort of gloomy, which does not at all reflect how my day to day life is going. Life is good! My biggest problem, currently, is a band of masked bandits. Picture this: a family of three non-morning people scurrying about to get out the door […]

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Bugged out

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There’s a quickening of my heart, trot to canter. I can’t quite tell what causes it. It could be anything, these days. Deportation forces carrying out round-ups, dark and quiet, separating families and devastating lives, but barely making news. Threats of war. The dangerous game of placing deadly weapons in incompetent, thoughtless hands. Matches in […]

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A few days ago, Twitter erupted with the hashtag #metoo. It was meant to convey the sheer magnitude of the numbers of women who have been sexually assaulted or harassed, in solidarity with Harvey Weinstein’s victims. Similar to #YesAllWomen last year. Like others before. I didn’t post. Yes, I’ve grown up female in our society, […]

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A whisper


I write like a whisper. Hear me. The silence turns its back. I say one more thing. Nothing. We are bugs in a jar, each in our own. I can see your light but I cannot hear you. I try to scrawl out truths in the glass, but to you they look backwards, illegible. You […]

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Dear Hillary Clinton

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I didn’t like you when I first became aware of you. I was twenty-two, and you looked ancient to me at forty-five. (Ha). But not just ancient… grating. Presumptuous. Your husband was running for president, and you had the helmet hair and the perma-smile, but not of the vapid blandness of most political wives. You […]

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