“If your daily life seems of no account, don’t blame it; blame yourself that you are not poet enough to…
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A birthday for me, a gift for you
I’ve already received exactly what I asked for for my birthday tomorrow. I gave my sons Henry and Jack plenty…
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Paperback reflections, thank you, and a free book. . .
I tried, a year ago when my book was published, to see what was ahead. And of course it soon…
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Thirtieth Reunion
I suspect we all wanted to be Jill Ker Conway. Or at least to grow up to be just like…
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A hand at my back
I walked in off the street, to a yoga class billed as “Sweet Vinyassa.” It’s been a week of new…
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A widening circle
It’s been a month since The Gift of an Ordinary Day was published. No bestseller lists, no rave reviews in…
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