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MY RECENT POSTS
- The Sound of Music and Me
November 30, 2013 08:36PM
- The Tree
October 30, 2013 01:52AM
- What Came of It
August 07, 2013 07:52AM
December 13, 2012 11:31AM
- Inauguration ~ The Gift
January 21, 2013 09:06AM
MY RECENT COMMENTS
- “Thank you for this, Lea.
Such great photos. It's
you to take us
- “The sky is one whole,
the water another; and between
two infinities the
December 01, 2013 10:55AM
- “Lovely. I'm particularly
fond of the last two stanzas,
December 01, 2013 10:04AM
- “Patty, I'm always
fascinated by those who go on
although I know I
December 01, 2013 10:03AM
- “Thank you for this. Food
fads come, food fads go.
November 16, 2013 07:49AM
Kathy Riordan's Links
- Poetry, if you like that sort of thing
- Some great stuff around here
- Where I've Been, Where I'm Going
- What I Can't Write About
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- Articles on World War II
- Some of my work on Iran
- A little about me
- I also write here
I have this personal theory about The Sound of Music, that
people respond to it viscerally based on the character with whom
they most relate.
As part of that theory, I'm always intrigued by how old people were when the film was made--or whether they were even yet born. How old they… Read full post »
The first time I saw the tree was a November morning. Delicate but sturdy enough, with the promise of flower. And fruit.
And when the spring came, it blossomed, soft pink to white.
It wasn't meant to get that large, just occupy a preordained space in the landscape, arms outstretche… Read full post »
It wasn't so much the smile, crooked though it was
Endearing, kind of a W,
People asked if it was a genetic trait or if
It was an anomaly, but there it was.
Something that could be noticed right away, a flash of hair,
Something unkempt, not perfect, but filled with… Read full post »
It was the first thing I never had
First since Eve
Not an apple at all really
That thing they held in the bleachers in school
During cold football games in Wyoming
Maybe a nickel then, maybe fifteen cents
I don't know
I could never figure out how… Read full post »
I don't know who would play him in a film version. Anthony Hopkins, maybe. Clint Eastwood.
I grew up in the desert, the daughter of a fundamentalist religion. Our prophet was revered, and his memory considered sacred.
It was on a trip through St. Louis nearly twenty years ago that I first appreciated Bill Clinton was a force of nature. I was newly married, and Bill Clinton was also on a honeymoon of sorts--in the Oval Office, new to the job, the man from Hope. We… Read full post »
Two days before my winter migration to Florida last November, an unexpected visitor arrived in our neighborhood in central Wisconsin--a six foot black bear.
Although we live very much in town, and less than two blocks as the eagle flies from the helicopter landing pad that services the local… Read full post »
Within minutes of the Supreme Court's decision this morning upholding the Affordable Care Act (ACA), voices on both ends of the political spectrum were responding to what seemed to be a surprise decision to many, the joining of Chief Justice John Roberts' opinion to the 5-4 majority.
April 1992, aboard the Royal Princess New York to Southampton.
Exactly twenty years ago, April 15, 1992, I was aboard a ship making its way in the North Atlantic. At 10:30 that night, on the portside of an elegant dinner, some were snuggled in beds… Read full post »
A friend, Kirsten, in China said it best this morning, on a Facebook status update:
"I'm going to carpe the hell out of this diem."
It's a gravy day, to be sure. A bonus. That day that tags onto February only once every four years, making sure women can break… Read full post »
It occurred to me when I looked at myself in the mirror this morning that I would never see myself the same way again.
My perspective is about to be forever altered.
"What rough beast, its hour come round at last, slouches toward Bethlehem to be born?"
~ from The Second Coming, William Butler Yeats
It was universally acknowledged that it had been a good year. Standing at the podium, overlooking a sea of humanity, it was easy to think on… Read full post »
It's hard to say when my husband stopped liking Christmas. It isn't that he hated it, exactly. On a certain level he loved it, the 'O Holy Night' part of it, but like my father he was at an uncertain peace with it, a private war, reclined in a chair… Read full post »
To friends and loved ones near and far, good friends on Open Salon, all the best at the holidays and always.
The photo is one taken of us on the beach at 505 Front Street, Lahaina, Maui, a few years ago at the Feast at Lele. It seemed to… Read full post »
Maybe it's just me, but I'm not sure I want a president whose first name is 'Newt.'
For that matter, I'm not sure I want a president whose name is 'Mitt' or 'Rick.'
Conjuring up images of small amphibious creatures aside, I'd be ever so much more comfortable if… Read full post »
Jo Anne Worley of Laugh-In once said that she dreamt about the secrets of the universe, and quickly scribbled them onto a piece of paper at her bedside.
The next morning, she awoke and read the paper. "Cottage cheese."
My dad with his brother, fishing. Wy… Read full post »
I still remember where I was that brisk November morning when I got the call, on my way into a Minnesota hospital where my husband was a patient.
The nurse on the other end sounded young, and surprisingly nonchalant. "Oh, hi, Mrs. Riordan. Lawrence is fine, but. . ."… Read full post »
Just a few months after the Japanese attacked Pearl Harbor, a nineteen-year-old student at St. Mary's College in Winona, Minnesota, was writing letters home to his parents in Chicago anticipating going to war, wanting very much to fly.
That student was my husband. These are excerpts from some o… Read full post »