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For Cuba, my sister who was not waiting to be rescued

“My husband was six when his family left Cuba. They made his mother strip naked in the airport in front of them before they left. He remembers that, seeing his mother naked in the airport in front of guards.” I’m … Continue reading

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Cuba: The Study of the House

“We simply must start with the Universe first.” —R. Buckminster Fuller Eco, from the Greek oikos, or “house/dwelling”, and -logia, meaning “the study of.” I.  Flashpoint Franklin Street, Chapel Hill, North Carolina, fall 1995: I’ve taken a half hit of ecstasy … Continue reading

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Girl with a Hoop

A lot of the time, it’s a brutal business to heal the dogs of internal conflicts you didn’t even know you had. On top of that, some of the dogs have run off with pieces of you, and you can’t … Continue reading

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Why I Need Poetry

Summer rains come every day in southwest Florida.  The low-lying area of my back yard transformed into a tiny wetlands about two months ago.  This morning, as I sit here and wonder what strange message has compelled me to this … Continue reading

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Return of Daughter of Blog

I changed my mind. The old blog posts stay. I read through them and decided to continue the saga although I realized a few loose ends need to be tied up before I continue with the next chapter.  I’ll address … Continue reading

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Loving Animals and Learning from Them, in memory of Rick

  I was taught brutal lessons in discernment before I met Rick, which was good because I knew better than to Disney-fy him.  That Rick and I communicated with each other, I have no doubt.  I lived it.  Whether he … Continue reading

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No Place for Old-Fashioned Romantics

When I met Frank Capra, Jr., it was at a cocktail party in Wilmington and he was dying and I was 72 hours sober, so we looked about the same. My date was Duke Fire, a giant redhead, like a … Continue reading

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