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What Home Feels Like

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Back when Molly was in middle school and high school, we lived in Las Cruces, New Mexico, in the Chihuahuan Desert just 35 miles north of the US-Mexico border. (There we are in the photo above in  grove of native Mexican elder trees in our backyard. My hair was still red and long then, Richard hadn't started shaving his head, and Molly had a cat named Hypoteneuse.)

Gratitude: My Word for 2017

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Every year around Winter Solstice, I remind myself of the word I've chosen for the year, consider what it meant and how it was expressed in the way I lived my days, and then ask myself what next year's word will be. Sometimes I hear the answer right away; other times it takes a while. 

Why I Live in Salida

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I was standing in one of my favorite stores in Salida's lively downtown this afternoon, debating about whether the cropped jean jacket I've been eyeing for the past month would fit into my budget, when a nicely dressed woman nearby spoke,


"Excuse me, do you live here?" 


"I do." 


"For how long?" she asked.


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