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Author Archives: Susacadia
Crowd-Chops–Where they gone to?
I’ve lost my crowd-chops. Again. Two days at the Common Ground Fair in Unity, Maine taught me that. Truth be told, I haven’t had them for years, since well before I took up the life of a near solitary, living … Continue reading
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Tagged crowds, education, language, solitude
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Rafe–Recovering, Tools 02
Rafe tested the left side of her mouth where it pulled upward. The jaw worked fine, but she could feel the corner of her mouth starting to ooze around the stitches. She pressed her back against the heat soaked wall … Continue reading
Stuck In the Cave
Plato wrote about it, Ecclesiastes vamped on the subject, Robbie Burns wistfully wondered. I can be as self-serving as the next person; I cherish the occasional glimpses I get of myself from the outside, whether they are complimentary or not. … Continue reading
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Tagged change, choice, perspective, transitions
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Romancing the Fair
I did not meet my husband at the Blue Hill Fair, the fair where Wilbur was extolled with the spidery writing of “Some Pig,” one of the last country fairs in Maine. But I might have. It would have happened … Continue reading
I think I may have met an angel.
This past week I slipped into that bubble of Zen travel time, where my thoughts are my own and sights and sounds out of my normal experience. A job took me to White Plains, and, not appreciating high speeds, passing … Continue reading
Rafe–At War
Rafe had her pint of ale clutched in her right hand and balanced on her knee. She sat in the speaker’s chair, looking over her audience. Jenna had asked what story Rafe would tell tonight, to answer Auntie Finn. “Not … Continue reading
Riding the Bus–Magic and Not So Much
“I have often thought,” said my dad, driving me home after my second and last year at boarding school, “that we would all have been happier if I had just given you a hundred bucks and a roadmap for your … Continue reading
Reunions–Granfalloons Done Right
These people I felt so awkward around in high school, back in the early 70s? It turns out I really like them. I was a late comer to their party. Most of them had been together since kindergarten, but I … Continue reading
Rafe–Auntie Finn’s Story
Rafe entered the common area of Winter Home, followed by Wilf and Molly. She made a show of unkinking her back and sauntered around the nearest hearths, losing her shadows along the way. Children’s eyes followed her as she moved. … Continue reading
I Would Flip More Than the Classroom
There is a gulf between what we know works (projects, passion, personal initiative) and what is mandated (rigorous testing, uniform presentation, threats). This is like the disconnect we all recognize with someone saying the beating they’ve just delivered was out … Continue reading