Tag Archives: Family

A Little Distance and a Lot of Focus = A Bit of Light and Hope

Posted on September 15, 2012 by randomyriad

It’s easy to talk about bad years if they are past.  But when you have to say who you are right at this very moment, it’s hard to get more out than an uneasy silence.    Herta Muller from the … Continue reading →

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The Question of The Day

Posted on September 5, 2012 by randomyriad

Why keep going when it makes no sense, when the pain is all pervasive and inescapable and not the kind that I can take a pill for that leaves me conscious? Why get up in the morning? Why go to … Continue reading →

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Century #23: Listening For Visions

Posted on August 11, 2012 by randomyriad

From the Journal of Lita Hopkins 6/12/37 Mr. Papandreus, the shepherd, and his wife, Nika, live up the hill. I hear his pipes as he and his youngest son play and sing the sheep down to the pens in the … Continue reading →

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Century #22: Surflessness

Posted on August 10, 2012 by randomyriad

From the Journal of Mylo Grove: July 19, 1998 My mom read the pages I wrote. She thought it was perfect. She said that even if she hadn’t known me and picked that up and read it, she would know … Continue reading →

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Century #21: Mylo’s Island Life

Posted on August 7, 2012 by randomyriad

From the journal of Mylo Grove July 18, 1998 My mom is a biologist. She studies how animals and plants next to the ocean and in the ocean interact with each other. That’s how we ended up living on Finley … Continue reading →

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