Nothing for me, unpacks homegrown memory like apples. And my dad jogged that memory by bringing a box of apples from Western New York this May. I grew up in an apple orchard. There is a picture of me as … Continue reading
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Scorpions in the Shower
Yesterday, I had the kind of day that included:
• a 7 AM parking lot tutoring session for daughter #1
• the announcement: “Mommy, I tied a cherry stem with my tongue…” (–for the 7th time. We’re going for ten. Every talent counts.)
• early school drop-off both girls
• a gym run to attempt to squeeze an hour work out into 30 minutes
• helping 6th grade tie dye (and I didn’t get any on me!)
• chiropractic
• interviewing a state representative, who stopped our interview to ask if we could pray
• tutoring again
• the 20th reminder: “Red Vines are not a food group.”
• meeting with a doctor/state representative and group of women to understand what the legislature has done to women’s health rights (this list is too small and nice to get into this here…)
• shooing the dog off the top of the table when she thought lights out meant the pastries were fair game
• thoughts of a Margarita, rocks and ice, the whole nine yards
At least by midnight there were no more scorpions in the shower.
Dancing in the Stream: a Meditation on Yup’ik Eskimo Dancing
Starting in 1989 I taught in a remote Yup’ik Eskimo and Athabascan Indian Villages in Alaska. I have been working on a memoir about those years for over half a decade. I sometimes refer to my time in Alaska as … Continue reading
Interpreting Food, Digesting Memory
Photo: “Scoops,” Granclement Gelateria, Casco Viejo, Panama. The first time I heard of gelato I’d traded my dogsled and down-filled parka for a Eurail pass and a Eu-ro-mance—some twenty years ago. As the Eu-ro-mance, (now) my husband, likes to say, “That … Continue reading
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