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- When grief ages
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- What I learned in Wellfleet
- I’m back in business
- Holding it in my hand
- a little pregnant
- After Words
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- Book of Kells
- Coffee-Stained Clarity
- durable pigments
- Eat. Shoot. Blog (formerly: Light. Sweet. Crude.)
- falling down is also a gift
- Flotsam
- from here to there and back
- Jillypoet
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- Raising WEG
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What are magpie days?
July tastes like…
school vacation. Heat. Humidity. Hanging geraniums tumbling off the balcony. The memory of five days on Cape Cod finding an unexpected tribe, getting extraordinary encouragement, and believing again that I can do powerful things with words. Words. July tastes like words.
The last thing I said
Always on my virtual bedside table
Care and feeding of a writer
Newly discovering
I write about…
I wrote about…
