Musings

Don’t Return That Vessel Empty!

Gene was writing witty advertising copy at an agency in San Francisco so we had moved to a rented house on Belvedere—a small enclave in San Francisco Bay. Our fourth child, Amanda, was brand new. David, our eldest, was five.…
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Approaching “A Further Shore”

You know, every so often life takes you by the scruff of the neck and gives you a good—a really good–shaking. Everything goes blotto. Numb. Still everything hurts. Up till then, things were going along swimmingly. Your family got fed.…
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Oh, David!

I began writing this “sickabed-on-two-chairs…” Not really two chairs…our big bed…but I love that old-fashioned expression. I’ve been ill—wretched deep hacking cough of bronchitis—because my son—my firstborn—is in the hospital. Gravely ill. (Hate that adjective.) Whether or not he will…
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“Turn the volume up!!!”

Here I am. Still sickabed on two chairs. Never occurred to me I’d be in bed with bronchitis for a whole long week. Nuisance. (The worst part is I didn’t get around to unpacking from our trip to Boise when…
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Just Checking In…

Not well. My old friend from Mill Valley days, Bronchitis, has pushed its way through the door and taken hold of me. (In Mill Valley our house was in a grove of dew-dripping redwood trees and I was constantly plagued…
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