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Experiments in Memoir: May 2015
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Writing Improv by Marta Szabo. Wednesday, May 20, 2015. Links to this post. Tuesday, May 12, 2015. Maybe it’s Norm, I thought. This Saturday morning I was pulling out of the driveway and I saw Norm with a small white dog at the end of a retractable leash making his way through his yard. He walked with a cane, awkward and bent over though he is not elderly. I stopped the car, got out and approached him. 8220;I’m Marta,” I answered, “I live next door,” and I pointed. 8220;Oh, yes, yes! 8220;You lost it?
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Bonjour, Paree!: Feb 22
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Dispatches from my 2-week trip to Paris, France, February 14-26, 2010. Paris Through a Window by Marc Chagall, 1913, by way of am. Monday, February 22, 2010. We begin the day almost always in our Metro stop. I look across and as usual am taken with just the people and the setting, and the way they are not conscious of the setting. I'm getting better at sneaking photos of people. The Rue de Rivoli for all of you who know Paris. I figured you'd like to see how it was today. On our first day in Paris we had...
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Rituals of DisEnchantment: Lucid Chapter Four: Fairy Tales
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When the Guru holds us spellbound, how can we ever truly be free? Monday, April 8, 2013. Lucid Chapter Four: Fairy Tales. As I shared each detail, Kathleen’s expression became fixed. For someone ordinarily in a perpetual state of effusive animation, her reaction to my dream was matter-of-fact. 8220;You should write Gurumayi and tell her,” she said flatly after I finished. “She should know.”. Her suggestion was so immediate and straightforward I didn’t think I should question it. 8220;Michael, I’m s...
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Why I Run: July 2007
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Tuesday, July 31, 2007. I was thinking as I drove along about the race that was near the end of September, the half marathon that I’d been half training for and half not. I was headed for the trail, the one where all of this madness had begun only a short eighteen months ago, the four and a half mile stretch of asphalt that became so familiar during the summer and fall. Now I had to wonder, were there fish here, and if there were how did they get here? Was it possible that evolution had taken place in th...
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Why I Run: Seven Bridges: Part One of a Two Part Tour
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Friday, October 19, 2007. Seven Bridges: Part One of a Two Part Tour. The screaming cats had woken me before dawn, the cats and what I imagine I perceived to be a hint of the sky changing from the grayish-yellow of the evening to the cool blue of a morning flirting with sunrise. I had hoped to be out on the street by dawn but I knew by the time I was ready that the moment had passed me by. I took a left just beyond the market, crossed the foot of one of the many bridges and headed along the river. Th...
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Why I Run: Bellevue
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Saturday, September 1, 2007. The mansions, it would have to be the mansions. We’d driven Bellevue Avenue in our search for the hotel, driven it in the wrong direction and then doubled back after a stranger in on the sidewalk responded to our inquiry. I’d been on this road once before, in the evening as well, but I’d never really seen the mansions. As always I deviated, needing to go just a little farther, down the hill and along the docks, with the clutter of too many sailboats in too little bay. I w...
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Why I Run: May 2008
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Saturday, May 31, 2008. The air was thick and moist. Through the foliage that was closing in like the clenching teeth of pinking shears, there was gray: endless, monochromatic gray. It wasn’t terribly warm, mid sixties perhaps, but the humidity would cause me to sweat. I learned last week that a leisurely pace would increase my distance with little effort, so I started off at a casual jog. Links to this post. Sunday, May 25, 2008. I wanted to say something as I passed. I wanted to ask them if they kn...
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AUTHENTIC WRITING STORIES: A MOTHER'S VOICE by Jessica Rosenthal
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Thursday, June 19, 2014. A MOTHER'S VOICE by Jessica Rosenthal. Music has been an extremely powerful influence in my life. At first, after my accident I couldn’t listen to music at all. Knowing my love of music, my dad would suggest turning on the radio from the remote control attached to the bed, but I was too afraid. What if something played that made me sad? Marta Szabo, Curator. June 27, 2014 at 2:41 PM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). What This Blog Is About. The Curator of This Blog.
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