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When she bursts into speech - or maybe it's song - no one knows what she's saying and they all look to me for help. I rarely have a clue, but I try to look especially thoughtful and knowledgeable because if I can't figure out what she's saying then we're all sunk. So while she looks up at a teacher in the hall and gabbles away I try to read her body language, remember what her mom said they'd done over the weekend, and look for anything in the teacher's hand that she might be interested in becau… Continue

I know what today is supposed to be, but it's not exactly turning out to be a day of gentle winds and flocking birds and early flowers starting to bloom. As a matter of fact, I'm still carrying tire chains in the trunk of my car. Along with boots, gloves and blankets. What gives?! And that antennae that was supposed to provide me with dsl at my house...well, it fell down from all the heavey snow. Sigh.

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I am optimistic but not naive. Every December, around Christmas, I thumb through my doorstop of a book of Ray Bradbury’s short stories and revisit his tales of Mars. His vision of Mars was one of destruction, realizing new lives, leaving things behind, and Hope. No matter how bad it g… Continue

Joe wouldn’t recognize his butte anymore, although it wasn’t named for him until decades later when a teenager read his story in a turn-of-the-century newspaper and started a petition to name the butte Jump Off Joe. I bet Joe never dreamed there’d be wind turbines perched at the top… Continue

I wake up to thick fog every morning, sometimes forgetting for a moment that I don't live in Eastern Washington anymore and wondering what's up with the weather and all those trees?! It might just be me, but it takes me a while to adjust my mental map and remember wher… Continue