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Texas, Where our Government is Worse than our Weather | Now and Thenadays

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Duck and Cover Redux. Various Shades of Confederate Grey →. Texas, Where our Government is Worse than our Weather. July 4, 2015. One thing we often say of Texas weather: Just wait a day and it will change. Too bad we can’t say the same thing about our political leadership it just gets (un)progressively worse with little improvement in the forecast. But now his legal nonchalance has extended itself beyond his personal affairs as he orchestrates constitutional violations. To issue licenses to these couples...

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Posts | Eva Silverfine | Writing, editing, and points in between

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Writing, editing, and points in between. March 1, 2017. On an airplane flight some years ago, I had one of those candid conversations one has at times with a stranger. I was reading. The Fellowship of the Rings. Wouldn’t let a Jew be president. Was I mixed up! The Day of the Dress. January 13, 2017. The thing that amazed me most about Brett was how charming she could be to everyone and how that gift illuminated her path wherever she went. Then, when we were alone, she would relish belittling everyone...

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The Putting On of Water | Eva Silverfine

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Writing, editing, and points in between. Bluebirds, Bluebells, and Love →. The Putting On of Water. January 23, 2016. My father owned a paint and hardware store. More than a vendor, he was someone who worked with his hands, hands unsteadied by coffee, hands with long, dirty fingernails. He fixed broken things, patched them back together to make them work again. And if he couldn’t make them work, he stored them for their parts. For my father, routines were like rituals rituals that, if followed consistent...

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The Things That Will Fit into a House | Eva Silverfine

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Writing, editing, and points in between. The Unveiling →. The Things That Will Fit into a House. June 26, 2016. Thirteen years after my mother left, she moved back in. Her return didn’t signal reconciliation between her and my father, albeit they were on better terms than when they had separated. She moved back into the house to be useful. As was characteristic, my father allowed others to make important life decisions for him and then claimed his innocence. The price, at least in part, was his havin...

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Editing | Eva Silverfine

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Writing, editing, and points in between. My professional profile can be viewed at www.linkedin.com/in/evasilverfine. Harlem River, NYC. Loughmiller, C., and L. Loughmiller. In press. Texas Wildflowers: A Field Guide. New edn. updated by J. Marcus. Austin, TX: University of Texas Press. Bomar, G.W. In press. Weather in Texas: The Essential Handbook. 3rd edn. Austin, TX: University of Texas Press. Miranda, L. E. 2017. Reservoir Fish Habitat Management. Totowa, NJ: Lightening Press. The Mammals of Texas.

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Sarah | Eva Silverfine

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Writing, editing, and points in between. The Day the Lions Stopped Roaring. The Things That Will Fit into a House →. May 27, 2016. The worst thing that could happen has happened, my sister, Sarah, tells me. I died. I’m dead. But if you’re dead, I ask her, how can you be talking to me? I’m in another place. You wouldn’t understand, she says. Nothing matters anymore. Her greatest pleasure is chocolate mousse cake. She wants to go to the grocery, and when we get there she leads me directly to the bakery...

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My Mother’s Songbook | Eva Silverfine

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Writing, editing, and points in between. The Gate to the Garden. The Last Bar Mitzvah →. My Mother’s Songbook. August 30, 2015. A self-described culture-vulture, my mother grew up in small-town New Jersey but was happy to escape to New York City. At 91 she still frequents concerts and some smaller music venues, including an open mic organized by the widow of one of the well-known New York Ash brothers. On a recent visit to see her, she told me that it all goes downhill after 90. This is my mother’s h...

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The Smell of Fresh-Cut Grass | Eva Silverfine

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Writing, editing, and points in between. Bluebirds, Bluebells, and Love. The Day the Lions Stopped Roaring →. The Smell of Fresh-Cut Grass. March 18, 2016. When my first-born son was seven months old, I decided to visit my family-of-origin in New York City. I was feeling somewhat lost in the place I had arrived motherhood, and infants in general, were a foreign territory for me, and I was in a work transition, without a foot in either world. The playground we sought had been torn up for renovation. A...

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I Visit Sometimes | Eva Silverfine

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Writing, editing, and points in between. As with All Things in XXXX Editing, Be Consistent. Scents of Christmas →. November 21, 2015. I eat from my grandparents’ dishes. I sleep in one of their beds. I store my clothes in their dresser. I surround myself with old family things, as if the possessions themselves continue the family lore. As signs of his affection. When it is time to leave, Grandpa follows us and fills our car with gas at the corner station. He works there a few hours a day not too far ...