Murder Of Crows

Murder Of Crows

Murder Of Crows
January 01
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Been known to annoy humans, but mostly misunderstood. In mythology, the crow symbolizes integrity and doing unto others as we would like them to do to us. Crow teaches us to know ourselves beyond the limitations of one-dimensional thinking and laws. It is about bringing magic into our lives. This animal teaches to appreciate the many dimensions both of reality and ourselves, and to learn to trust our intuition and personal integrity. There is magic wherever crows are. They give us the message that there is magic alive in our world and this magic is ours to use and create a new world for ourselves with.


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SEPTEMBER 15, 2012 5:09PM

A Lovers' Quarrel




God’s voice falls silent, weary

Of my long lamentations .   He asks:

“Haven’t I suffered enough for you?”


“Ask Job about suffering,” IRead full post »

APRIL 14, 2012 7:31PM

Remember Me

"Happy New Year!"

It is April 13th, her 86th birthday and we are sitting across from each other in a hard wooden booth at Thai restaurant, waiting for our Number 57 with one and one-half stars.  

"New Year?"  I say. 

"Well, I read it in the paper, I… Read full post »







1. Your main trait:  Intelligence.  Humans may call us "bird brains" but, on the whole, we do far better in a flock than those dodos in Congress.


2. The quality you like best in a man Doesn't over preen.Read full post »

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JANUARY 31, 2012 5:32PM

The Gift Horse

Vivian was my role model.

Twenty-one years ago, she was in her eighties, her bay gelding, Rufus, was in his very late teens. Vivian said she didn't care if it took a crane to get her up in the saddle; as long as she could take a breath, she was going… Read full post »

JANUARY 3, 2012 4:13AM

Gunga Dog

He is one of my tethers to this earth. 

He knows when I am unwell.  He stays close, drops a ball at my feet, looks up and searches my eyes hopefully.  Hope is in his DNA:  for dinner, a cookie, a walk along the Sound in the rain.  … Read full post »

AUGUST 29, 2011 7:57PM

The God Of Dogs




            What I don't remember:  driving home, brushing my teeth or washing my face.  Eating. Looking at the other three dogs to see if they noticed I had come back without Rupert or even letting them/… Read full post »

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JULY 29, 2011 12:17AM

Bird Brains (Not A Congressional Rollcall)


Now and then, we witness amazement.

mama on nestIn things commonplace, a moment of breathlessness is born.


first little head

We are all blind at birth, instinct and need.


mama with food


Reaching up and outward, native and innocent. 

feeding  But… Read full post »

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JULY 26, 2011 3:14AM

No Dying Allowed In This Area: Life After Quitting God





        My first cigarette was a Lark.  Show Us Your Larks! the ads cried out.  Behind the high school gym with Susie Shapiro, Mary Katherine Connelly, Maggie Riley and Jill Esposito, I hacked like a cat with a fuRead full post »

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JULY 21, 2011 12:37AM

The White Room



             I descend from women with white living rooms. 


Gramma Esther

            Gr/Read full post »

JUNE 13, 2011 7:23PM

The Head Of The Table


(Image (c) Charlotte Hinton)



Standing at my father's graveside, alongside what remained of our family and my parents' friends, I felt empty.  Anger and resentment do that to you; they obliterate or, at least, obscure, love and other tender emotions.  

You stubRead full post »

JUNE 10, 2011 9:36PM

Cloudburst for Apple?


Like a kid, I'm on my back in the sweet summer grass, watching big puffy clouds move by in azure skies, looking for images in the formations.  

There's always one that looks like God:  big, muscular, imposing, until the wind currents re-shape it into Mickey Mouse.  Or MinnieRead full post »

MAY 24, 2011 3:54AM

Yes, We Have No Tomatoes


tomatoesThere’s a saying that if life gives you lemons, make lemonade; if life gives you tomatoes, make Bloody Mary’s.

The first summer in our new house on York Lane, I still had my baby teeth, and the house had no landscaping.  It was a new developmentRead full post »

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(I Can Still Fit Into That Dress)


Did you know that May is National Salad Month?   Really.  National Salad Month?  Try National Salad Life.

I've been eating almost nothing but salads since Sunny Acres Day Camp in 1965, when I looked down at my thighs encasedRead full post »


Creators -- artists, writers, musicians, photographers -- are entitled to compensation for the use of their work, unless they themselves choose to give it away at no charge.  

I don't think most of us would argue with that premise (although there are some who argue everything should be fr… Read full post »

FEBRUARY 1, 2011 12:47AM

Beating Back The Beast

"Most men lead lives of quiet desperation..." (Thoreau)                   





Turn on your GPS device.  Type in the word “Depression.”  It will give you the choice of m/… Read full post »

DECEMBER 20, 2010 6:15PM

Shall We Dance?

(Hey, live blogging from Rancho La Puerta in Mexico.  Taking a memoir/essay class.  Our assignment is to write an essay in the style of NPR's "This I Believe".  It has to be a true story. It is due in two hours.  As someone who nits and picks over every word, quickRead full post »

DECEMBER 9, 2010 6:21PM

A Quick Note To Santa


Santa baby,


I’ve been meaning to write to you sooner than this, but, well, you know, the time just seems to get away from us all, and I lost your email address when I changed computers and cell phones.  But I think about you and the missus often,Read full post »




I don’t know how it became a ritual in an otherwise mannerly family.  Well, actually, that’s a lie.  I know. 

Ma’s cranberry relish started the whole thing. 

There were thirteen first cousins on Da’s side of the family,Read full post »

NOVEMBER 16, 2010 1:49PM

"I'm Doing This For Your Own Good..."

The cycle of life is at once miraculous and cruel. 

It launches us into the world, small, fragile and soft, until we grow and harden, and then boomerangs us back toward infancy, where, in our last days, we are again bathed, fed and tended gently. 

As parents, we tolerate adolescent… Read full post »

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NOVEMBER 14, 2010 8:03PM

"If I've Told You Once..."


Sweater, n.:  garment worn by child when its mother is feeling chilly.  ~Ambrose Bierce

My mother last saw her “real” father in 1931.  She was five and just starting kindergarten.  He was about 30 and on his way to jail.

I don’t know what you understand a… Read full post »