a moon, worn as if it had been a shell
Tuesday, January 5, 2021

Cue Mrs. Braddock's Laugh Post #4,567,234

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Visit my Substack, if you're so inclined:  https://elizabethaquino.substack.com/p/post-2020-georgia-proud-boys-repugnakins?r=1fjqd&u...
Friday, January 1, 2021

Day One 2021

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  Good morning! The picture above is from last night when Carl, Henry, Oliver and I went to Santa Monica and watched the sun go down on 2020...
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Sunday, December 27, 2020

Happy Two Days After Christmas

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  There's been a lot of sweetness. And a lot of Dumb and Dumber. Reader, what's happening?
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Thursday, December 17, 2020

Bead-maker, Sea-shell people: Chumash

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Dear Inhabitants of this Land, This is me at this time: a 57 year old white woman living far away from my ancestors (primarily Southern Ital...
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Saturday, December 12, 2020

Stopping and Watching the Leaves (Cimbrian Women)

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  I bought a big Christmas wreath today at a neighborhood Christmas tree lot. I was driving around the big shitty, thinking about the corona...
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Sunday, December 6, 2020

Respite

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  You haven’t seen much of me lately, and I’m sorry for that. I can’t say why, exactly, I haven’t visited and written.  Read the rest at my ...
Thursday, November 26, 2020

Thanksgiving

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  Henry and Oliver, Yosemite  2011 Know the ways of the ones who take care of you, so that you may take care of them. Introduce yourself. Be...
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Wednesday, November 18, 2020

Dysfunctional Resilience

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 Last night I was reading in bed and I heard a crackling sound and then again a rustle and I thought it might be Sophie but I didn't fee...
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Saturday, November 7, 2020

Hallelujah

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 It was the best day in a long long long long stream of days, wasn't it? When Kamala came out in her white suit, the tears started falli...
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Thursday, November 5, 2020

Halfway

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  On Tuesday night, when I saw 65 million people had voted for the man we call President in Terrible America, and after I'd felt disappo...
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Tuesday, November 3, 2020

Forced to be an optimist

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  I can’t be a pessimist because I’m alive. To be a pessimist means that you have agreed that human life is an academic matter, so I’m force...
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Saturday, October 31, 2020

The sea is so big

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Did I tell you that Oliver surprised me by coming home for a week? He did. It was so wonderful to lay eyes on that face, and I even hugged h...
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Sunday, October 25, 2020

Past Participle

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You can read my post here.
Friday, October 16, 2020

Watercolor Wash

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  New post here.
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