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my friend Kristen wrote a poem for me (for Mother’s Day)

For Anna, Herself and Goddess Constructs and the Great Mother All and Endless CompassionI ask the force I will callThe Deep Compassionto join me in wordsas I voice love mingled with ache,as I seek to say it rightly The Deep Compassionheeds no call:we clap our hands,children begging favors I hold up my cupThis medicine is… Continue reading my friend Kristen wrote a poem for me (for Mother’s Day)

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“It puts the skirt on the Jack,” and other cuckoo-bird, idiosyncratic sayings my family is fond of.

Speaking of other strange expressions during card games, my brother is quite fond of saying, "in the catbird seat." This is based on a short story of the same name by James Thurber, which appeared in the November 14, 1942 edition of The New Yorker. I remember reading this story at a young-ish age, possibly in high school, and having exactly no idea what it was about. The definition of the phrase, as narrated in the story, provided little insight: "'Tearing up the pea patch' meant going on a rampage; 'sitting in the catbird seat' means sitting pretty, like a batter with three balls and no strikes on him."

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Quote of the Day, Hemingway

"Prose is architecture, not interior decoration, and the Baroque is over." - Ernest Hemingway At best, I'm ambivalent about Hemingway. The awesome, booze-soaked Parisian meanderings aside, dude had some serious issues. I read The Sun Also Rises, and Did. Not. Get. It. I remember my English teacher, Ms. Stubbs, asking me, "You knew he… Continue reading Quote of the Day, Hemingway