memoir

The Three Rs: Running, Renovation, Revision

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I went for a run today, my first since I moved home to Cody two months and two days ago. I would say it felt great to be running again, but my relationship with running is much more complicated than that.

I need to run, something I know intellectually. But it takes a lot of emotional energy to talk myself into it, each time. I have an amazing ability to find excuses and wimp out. And then I feel bad because I didn't run. 

Renewal Inside and Out

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Spring is coming to my long-neglected house and yard. The photo above is my amazing arborist, Aaron Danforth, de-limbing one of two green ash trees in my front yard. Neither has had an arborist's attention in a long time--perhaps never, and this one has a split in its main trunk so deep that it groans when the wind blows, and spits out fist-sized chunks of rotten wood. 

That Balm in Gilead

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There is a balm in Gilead
To make the wounded whole.

There is a balm in Gilead
To soothe a sin-sick soul.  

Those lines in my favorite spiritual are running through my head tonight because I sang them Sunday morning at the early service at the Episcopal Church.

Restoration as a Calling

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I've been home a month as of yesterday, a span of time that seems both impossibly short and un-countably long. Short when I think about everything we've gotten done on this house-project, and forever when I realize how familiar it is to be back. 

(Yesterday was also Molly's birthday. Happy Birthday, Sweetie!)

Road Report: Red, the "micro-RV"

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Red and I left home almost a week ago, headed some 1,500 miles to our eventual destination, my brother and sister-in-law's house in Olympia, Washington. I gave myself four days for the trip, including two nights with friends Julie Weston and Garry Morrison in Hailey. 

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.


Practicing Patience

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At the end of January, I started a process I've needed to do for months and dreaded because I don't understand how it works: moving my email and domain name (the URL for this website, susanjtweit.com) to a new computer host. 

A "Thank You" Out of the Blue

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Last Thursday evening, I sat at my desk with the window open to the cool dusk air, answering a few last work emails without much enthusiasm before shutting down my computer for the night. A hummingbird chattered softly to herself as she sipped nectar from a scarlet Indian paintbrush just a few feet away.

The Search for a Common Language


This major gathering of writers on the environment will be a valuable contribution to environmental studies and to environmental education. It is extremely well written and well organized. Its inclusiveness across disciplines, and its intelligent focus on environmental education may well help improve the field and shape subsequent publication. -Terrell Dixon, editor of City Wilds: Essays and Stories about Urban Nature

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