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Bookended by Skunks:
A week in boundary setting My goal this school year was to create and keep some boundaries around my personal time, such as ignoring emails after dinner, and keeping clear my one day off each week. I did not last very long, and our resident skunk, which I have only met recently, has visited at…
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Road to the TCS NYC Marathon: Part 4 (EEEK!)
As of this writing we are 63 (by the time I finish writing we might be at 60!) days away from the NYC Marathon. Sixty-three days until I will make my way to Staten Island and run through the five boroughs to Central Park for the 8th year in a row (minus 2020). Each year…
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The Wildness Within
I am eight, climbing a tree in the graveyard next to our house. The bark is rough, yet my hands don’t feel it. I am five, hanging upside down on the bar of the swingset. I am a gymnast, my body is free to contrast, hang, and swing. I am fourteen, dancing to Billy Idol’s…
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Finding Joy in Creativity
In memory of Deb Koffman (1966 – 2021) Deb Koffman was a local artist, whose whimsical pieces found a place in her gallery in the village of Housatonic Massachusetts. I met her a few times when I went to her gallery; her images brought joy to the viewer. I hadn’t been thinking about her, but…
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Poem of the Day Project
July 24, 2026 A silver-winged dragonfly landed on an apple blossom, delicate legs caressed the pale pink petals. In a brief moment it was gone, flitting to a more sturdy perch within the copse of spring trees. A moment of fleeting grace, unattainable by mere brushstroke. Our hearts flutter in time with the insect’s translucent…
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Road to the TCS NYC Marathon: Part 3
Releasing the EGO For the (possibly) first time in my life I have been listening to an expert (my running coach) and I have been easing my way back into my running routine slowly, which has triggered my delightful ego. This ego, maybe I shall call her Cruella, has had some not so kind words…
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Dilgence, Sybiosis, and Sloth
June 25, Diligence: persistent and careful hard work We have a nest of Chipping Sparrows in one of our birdhouses (a 4 bedroom barn which sits atop a 10 foot column) at the edge of our fruit orchard. The babies are usually hungry; I can hear their consistent complaining each time I walk by, and…
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Diving into the Grief
For my father on Fathers’ Day Jun 17, 2026 My dad died ten days ago and today marks exactly one month to the day he turned 85. When I begin to play with numbers, symbols, synchronicities and look at the totality of us, the father, the child, the teacher, the student, the cyclical nature of…