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After the storm
After the storm is like the world After a fist fight. Shocked And stumbling Taking stock of wounds, Fractured ribs, limbs Thunder claps, like shouts That recede into low rumbles, Like ghosts of screams That still ring ears, Hang silent In midair. Candle flames lick The walls of rooms Light abandoned. Steam disappears In ascent…
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Read label. Drink wine. Repeat as needed.
About 95% of the work I do is for the web, and I love it. But, as a writer and lover of books and words on paper, print projects hold a special in my heart. Perhaps even more exciting are the opportunities when I get to help create something that exists out there in the…
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Home
I grew up in the suburbs of New Jersey in a small town called Berkeley Heights. It’s very easily whizzed by if you’re traveling at high speed on Interstate 78. I attended public school and graduated high school with 140 kids, many of whom I have known since elementary school. When Facebook began taking over…
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Truth in investing & STDs!
There has been much writing in this sultry summer thus far, and it shows no signs of letting up. Thanks to my amazing clients who keep my fingers flying across the keyboard and happily pondering this incredible diversity of subjects. This is Questis, a team of financial advisors that are bucking the financial advisor stereotype…
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For Nora
When Harry Met Sally came out in 1989 when I was 16. I saw it nine times in the theater. Nine. One of those nine times was with a boy with whom I was in desperate, angst-y teenage love. As I watched the movie with him, stealing sidelong glances to see if he laughed at…
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On our Dads
Annie Dillard on her Dad, Frank Doak, from An American Childhood: “I looked up from my book and saw him outside; he had wandered out to the lawn and was standing in the wind between the buckeye trees and looking up at what must have been a small patch of wild sky. Old Low-Pockets. He…
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The first beat
Medical science, try as they might, Cannot find the reason why the human heart starts beating. In fact, the heart is the first organ that forms, then mysteriously, magically, like a watch wound by the unseen, it beats. Before that, what? Presumably, cells dividing then congregating. Is it the energy of that coming together, that…
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Anne’s gardenia
Years ago, when I moved into my house, my friend Anne gave me a gardenia as a housewarming gift. As a Northern girl, I didn’t grow up with gardenias, or for that matter, know much at all about many plants, trees, or flowers. One of the things I love most about the South is the…
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Scenes from my most recent adventures
It’s been fast and furious in the life of this writer lately, and I’m grateful to my clients for sharing their projects and energy with me. However, I’ve been a bit remiss with the blogging. To get back into the groove, I offer a few glimpses from my most recent adventures for your enjoyment/amusement. Team…
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