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Tag Archives: Cincinnati
What I saw
Monday, April 7, 2008
The weekend scenery on a drive from Cincinnati to the SC Midlands and back, an abbreviated list:
Horizontal flashes of lightening, in a lightening storm that lasted through NC, maybe about an hour-and-a-half. The most impressive lightening storm in my life yet.
Flashing hazard lights emerging now and again through sheets of rain during the rest of […]
What we talk about when
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Everybody and her brother has appropriated Raymond Carver’s words/title.[What We Talk About When We Talk About Love] But that is what happens after you write a book, a story, a poem, an anything — “once the writer offers the story or poem or essay or book to the world, his or her part of the […]
Running, writing, being driven
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
The project continues; it’s going to take some time, reading these journals accumulated from the past years. I had made a decision and an effort not to document or talk about my running in the notebooks, as I’d, after all, kept some other records when I was in training for, say, a particular race or […]
What’s right in the world
Sunday, February 17, 2008
Woke up to icy rain, so we decided to delay our drive home (from Ann Arbor) until later hours when the ice pellets would become rain — after 10:00, said the weather report. Until just moments ago, then, the sound of C’s fingers on his keys: a few solid hours of work for him on […]
Pretty
Saturday, December 15, 2007
Great white thick flakes of snow, some looking to be half the size of my hand, are piling up outside, the other side of the French doors; this world does not care whether we live or die but it sure is pretty. I have sewing projects and a tree that’s been waiting to be […]
A is for Alabama, or a lucky hint
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
November has been so far the month of travel, first Austen, then Auburn, Alabama. (So A = travel?) Few, I imagine, go to Auburn, Alabama, if not for some sort of business or other, and in this case C and I fall into the majority (imagine that), and it was business for C that took […]