"B" Stings

Friday, December 6, 2013

A Birthday Blog

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I don't know what to make of the fact that I am seventy years old today.  Years, of course, are artificially-imposed structures which ...
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Friday, August 30, 2013

Never

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from the Spokane College of English Language Several adages begin with the word "Never": Never change horses in midstream. ...
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Friday, May 24, 2013

My First Mentor

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My very first mentor was my third grade teacher, Lulu Langston. Well, perhaps she doesn't fit the strict definition of mentor, i.e. ex...
Friday, April 19, 2013

The Woo-Hoo Bird

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"There was a bird outside the window in our bedroom this morning," Brody said. All seven of us were in the dining room trying ...
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Friday, April 12, 2013

What I Am Longing For

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It's simple. What I am longing for is spring. I mean real  spring which is not what we have here in the mountains of north central Ne...
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Thursday, April 4, 2013

Reflections on the Telephone (including but not limited to Caller ID)

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I have never been fond of telephones. In fact, talking on the phone is generally a near-traumatic experience. Why?  I couldn't say...
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Sunday, March 31, 2013

A Poem in Iambic Trimeter

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This winter-colored scene:  Stale brown and brittle green And the relentless sun, Bauble of cloud, finespun Against merciless blu...
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Back in my mid-twenties I held a lowly clerical job in a San Francisco-based corporation. One day I was pulled from my regular duties and asked to go over various files in order to destroy evidence of price fixing. This new assignment violated my code of ethics and I was in the process of considering how and when to launch my protest when my in-laws decided to pay us a visit. Naturally, I spoke to them about my job dilemma since it weighed heavily on my mind. Here's what my father-in-law said: "Listen, tootsie, if your boss tells you to do something, YOU DO IT!" We (my husband, his parents and I) were seated in our small apartment drinking wine.Thus, my reaction to my father-in-law's admonishment was to hurl my wine glass in the general vicinity of his head. I am not proud of this criminally violent and shockingly immature behavior and, in retrospect, I regretted that I had not opted for a cleverer and more graceful way to address my father-in-law's misogynistic posturing. As the years progressed, I learned to act on the (formulaic) advice I gave my students -- "Use your words!"
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