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November 26, 2019
Now Our Minds Are One: An Iroquois Prayer of Gratitude
This ancient prayer of Thanksgiving comes from the Haudenosaunee (Iroquois) people. The prayer is used…
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November 12, 2019
On Iroquois Land
“Why don’t you write about the Iroquois?” my son Anthony said. His eyes gleamed with…
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October 29, 2019
Marion Woodman and the Princess Who Said No
“Why are you giving a lecture?” a woman in the audience said as she stood…
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October 15, 2019
Inspired by Artemis, Lured By Joy
My friend Barb Cook shared a video of six squirming black puppies. I watched as…
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October 1, 2019
Grief, Hope, and Climate Change
Two boys walked on the other side of Seneca Street. We were leaving the Climate…
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September 17, 2019
Facing Our Deepest Fear
“I’m afraid to die,” Vic said. His raspy voice was soaked with despair. I rubbed…
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September 3, 2019
The Woodstock Generation: Vietnam, Jail, or Canada
“I don’t want to move to Canada,” I said to my boyfriend Vic in 1967.…
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August 20, 2019
Elaine Mansfield’s Evil Plan to Control My Life & Inner Monologue by Melody Smith
I’m excited about the spark in this week’s writing class! A food spark gives me…
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August 6, 2019
Monarch Medicine: A Meditation on Transformation
With morning dew on the grass and the sun rising over the hill, I wander…