Learning to have some regard for human frailty

C.K. Dexter Haven. That's Cary Grant's name in The Philadelphia Story. Archibald Leach was his name when he was a boy in Bristol and not yet an actor in Hollywood. C.K. Dexter Haven was a little confusing to me the first time I came across him. I'm not sure I had ever seen any of …

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Wailing Her Lament

None of my other attempts at making a piece of writing have worked properly this week. I shall have to write the only thing I have in my body. In my whole being I can only think, "Don't tell me to feel better! Don't comfort me! Do. Not. Sympathize! YOU are not HIM." I have …

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Returned, With Thanks

Eventually, I hope to arrange into short chapters a kind of spiritual memoir about the Apostrophe of time and perception - the time out - the contraction - that was my October, November, and December of 2025. I put a lot of it onto Facebook posts as it was happening. And I have been living …

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Remembrance of Things Past / And so I begin again

We rejoin our story now, fifteen or maybe even twenty years after my first blog began. That was before I went to Marylhurst to get my first accredited degree, twenty years after my first and unaccredited degree. Before the kids were all launched into their own adulthoods, but while they were beginning to fly. It …

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