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zine fest day

Yesterday afternoon and evening we drove to Needles, California.  What a terrible name!  We talked a lot on the road.  I think I’m getting my energy back. Turns out I’ve been to Needles before–when we were in Arizona and I got really sick and Ming drove us home to take me to the emergency room, […]

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how the party was

Last night Ming enjoyed his birthday party.  What an amazing coming-together of people.  All kinds of people. They played pin the tail on the trilobite. Friend made a cool peace cake. Ming wore a funny birthday hat and colorful garden pinwheel and mardi gras beads. Fun time was had by all, I hope, though I’m […]

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happy birthday, beautiful

Happy birthday to Ming!  You are a sweet spouse, a hard worker, so kind and good, and you even take beautiful photos.  I like the way you’re always learning.  A lot of people seem to stay the same.  But you are always growing and changing.  I like living with you.  Thanks for everything! 1.  supportive […]

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aloe

Isn’t this a gorgeous photo, Ming took, of the aloe blooming and Freedom House in the background?  Tree shadow, St Francis statue, birdbath, cactus. I keep remembering how one year, at our spring council meeting, the aloe near the back house were blooming.  Bees were coming for the flowers.  The bees were bothering H, so […]

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how to develop as a writer

My friend blogged a brainstormed a list of how to develop as a writer.  I came up with some additional items. get an MFAask God to speak through youask your ancestors to speak through youfacebook writers groupsbook toursself-promotion through youtube videoswriting exercisestranslate somethingteachantique typewriter

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comfort beans

I cooked some black-eyes peas this morning with two small bay leaves and some whole garlic cloves.  It took only a couple hours in the slow cooker–odd.  I didn’t soak them. Maybe they were extra-fresh. They definitely seemed extra-clean, from the bulk bins at WinCo.  No rock or twig or dirt or even dust, when […]

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cultural appropriation, what to do when a spirit animal visits you in the night, and how brown my Grandpa was

I was talking to my friend about spirit guides.  Recently on facebook I saw a thing saying how non-Native people can’t / don’t have spirit guides, ever. I think about cultural appropriate a lot.  It’s not okay to wear a kimono unless you’re Japanese, I heard.  But it’s okay for anyone to eat Japanese food.  […]

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my religion is kindness

Dinnertime, dinnertime. What’s so good about dinnertime. Almost as good as breakfast time. Dinnertime. I’m experimenting with having a million things to do and not doing them. My desk, hmm.  It’s like an experiment in piles.  How many piles can be piled.  Piles. Ming said taking a shower could be a sensory reset.  I have […]

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escape

Yesterday I went to the opthamologist.  I hadn’t had my eyes dilated in ten years or something. For some reason the nurse who helped me first, she was mean!  I went in there feeling sad, and her weirdness didn’t help.  It was like she hated us right away.  Maybe she doesn’t like long haired Asian […]

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zine mama

There’s my sweet mama binding zines.  That’s the apple tasting zine.  If only everyone had such a caring, supportive mom who’s willing to help with her child’s favorite things.  I’ve seen her grow and change over the years, but something that’s stayed the same is the helpfulness.  She’s been supporting my zine making for almost […]