Besides the obvious problem of having to spell “cinnamon,” this breakfast delight has come to represent a little bit of a dilemma for me. Have you heard of the book “The Omnivore’s Dilemma?” Ok. And what about the moving “Food, Inc.“? Have you seen that movie? If you have, GOOD JOB! I haven’t. I have…
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What is Eating You?
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In March, the BIG QUESTION is this: What is eating you? Food: that thing which fuels our bodies. But it’s so much more than that to us. It’s our friend and our enemy. In the month of March, during the season of Lent and leading up to Passover, I’m thinking about food. I know you…
The Next Big Question: Eat
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We had a potluck at church last evening. Leading up to the dinner, the kids asked: “What is a potluck?” and we delved into the realm of American food tradition, as well as word etymology! A fun lesson for 6 year olds! The conversation — and the many crock pots at dinner — inspired me…
The Reporter’s Notebook
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A Thank You to Brittany Lyte It’s been a curious couple days since I was featured on the front page of the Connecticut Post’s Business section about my Demand Poetry business. I’m not used to being on that side of the news, it’s true. I was interviewed by CT Post reporter Brittany Lyte, who was young…
Instructions for submitting to our 2012 ‘River of Stones’ anthology
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If you participated in the River of Stones this past January, you might want to consider submitting a stone or two to Fiona and Kaspa’s 2nd annual small stone compilation. More information available here. From the Writing Our Way Home blog: Writing Our Way Home blog: Instructions for submitting to our 2012 ‘River of Stones’…
I Keep on Forgetting
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I am making some updates to my blogrolls, here and on my home page. It’s tedious, but it’s been on my to do list for a long time. That’s because I really LOVE to read other friends and writers blogs and share their great ideas too. However, since I’ve/we’ve started morphing to Facebook and readers…
My Friend, with Existential Chickens
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I have a super great old friend from college, Jen. She’s a writer (here’s her book) and a journalist. And a mom. She lives in Des Moines and recently she acquired chickens. She and her husband and her kids have chickens in their backyard. Do you ever look at your friends, when they do something…
How We Make Big
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It is still a coming realization for me that I am my own person. Even when I was a little kid in a big family and I was deciding what I wanted to “be,” it was hard to imagine I could be just exactly who I wanted to be. Part of life is the never-ending search…
Where I Am Right Now
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So in lately I’ve been enjoying the whole idea of “series”. The “Big Question” for September and December kept me focused on central themes, which was a lot of fun and kept me coming back to the blog and getting connected again with some other amazing writers. Even though my family keeps me really busy,…
Why the Details Matter
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I set the table with Clean, cut glasses, Christmas crackers Flatware. Before breakfast All the flat edges glimmer In anticipation. Do you ever wonder: What the hell is the point of Elizabeth’s blog? It’s this: details. It’s a place to read In The Details, as a way to understand ourselves, each other, the world. “Letters from…
Paying for Santa
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Number four child was TRYING to whisper in Jolly Old St. Nick’s ear at the Santa Village when she was interrupted. Elf: “WHICH PHOTO PACKAGE DID YOU BUY?!” the elf barked at us. Me: “We haven’t chosen one yet,” I said. “We wanted to get in line before it got too long.” Elf: “WHAT?! Well,…
How We Remember Alone
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When I lived in Kansas City, I was single. This meant that I spent a great deal of my energy and mind space being frustrated and unhappy about my “alone”ness. Like most young women (and men too, I guess), I really wanted to find someone special to connect with, to be with, so long as…
Everyone Love Everyone
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— Part of the December “If Only in My Dreams” series. Thanks.
Real or Real-ish
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In which I tried to explain to the kids that our little “artificial” tree is actually “real.” Existentialism 101 Me: We are putting up our tree this afternoon. Kid 1: Is it a real tree? Me: Well, yes, it is a real tree. A real tree in that it isn’t imaginary. Kid 1: No, I…
Gone the Mailbox
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At the post office, the hated post office, where lines greet me and awful racks of greeting cards Line walls, ignored. The post office and its Perfume of desperation. The place where scales and stamps sit in dusty corners Like aristocrats awaiting their bloody fate. The post office, doomed, because It is about PLACE and…
