The compass may point the way, like a hungry heart, like desire that has no other motive than for you to follow.
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For Ruth, and for all our mothers, when am I not dying: When our cat shakes with purr and pops her head out of her curl and her pads l... -
Dreams of protecting wildlife have to account for the paths in the prairies and woods. We have put more things out of balance than would h...
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It’s 53 days to spring. While I love the quote I first read at Lucille’s in the Pinelands, "Life isn't about waiting for th...
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