Month: March 2012
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Step in to my Parlor…
Sometimes I think it would be nice not to have to give up a part of my personal…
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Putting the pieces back together.
The story of Medea has been pretty thoroughly exhausted in art and theatre over the past three thousand…
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World Enough, and Time.
Although I realize that they are completely harmless, I find crane flies rather disturbing. Their clumsiness, their absurd…
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Cloudbusting.
Late that evening, rain began to fall, and by morning almost a quarter-inch of rainfall had been measured.…
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Court of Owls
My own paternal great-grandparents are buried in a cemetery in a place called Mountain Creek, in a remote…
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History at the Doorstep.
Sitting in Miss Burkett’s second-grade class, in the damp March chill of that crumbling old school, We knew…
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Turning a Phrase.
“Raining cats and dogs:” Everybody has said that at one time or another. It’s a distinctive expression, and…
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Why, Oh Why, Delilah?
When you want to describe somebody who lacks a certain cultural depth, a certain intellectual vigor, perhaps Philistine…
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Goodbye – Hello.
The US Fish and Wildlife Service announced this month that the Eastern Cougar, also known as the Ghost…
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The Wild Hunt.
For most people who live in areas frequented by flocks of geese, the birds are about as exciting…
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