When Words Fail (Me)

Writers have a blind spot. We depend too much on words. Memory: I am standing with my back to the front door. I am standing between the person I am in love with, and the way out. The person I am in love with wants out. I am convinced that, if I can just find the […]

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Perspectives

In the summer of 2002 I attended Tarot Week at Diana’s Grove. Early in the week each person drew a major arcana card to embody for the week. I drew the Hanged One. I was a tarot novice, (still mostly am actually) and the prospect was pretty daunting but I was working towards earning my […]

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