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judyrobbinsart
I am a life-long learner and one of those creative types. Love to bike around the neighborhood and I am susceptible to cute animals and hummingbirds.
Tag Archives: memoir
Sadly, Simplifying The Checklist
I have been arguing back and forth with myself in the last few weeks. The problem is that writing is getting in the way of writing. When I started my blog I intended to write about art and poetry but … Continue reading
Posted in Uncategorized
Tagged art, decisions, letting go, memoir, painting, poetry, printmaking, priorities, reading, writing
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Of Faith and Geese
Fall has come quickly to Colorado, moving us to ask our annual question “Where did the summer go?” (We never seem to ask “Where did the winter go?”) Nature does not pay any attention to our timetable – if the … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry
Tagged autumn, Canada geese, changing seasons, faith and God, Heaven, memoir, poems, poetry, writing life
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There Is Only One Way Out
We can’t say we haven’t been warned. The ranger, a woman who would be considered elderly anywhere else wears her uniform with authority. She lists the reasons we should consider carefully before descending the trail to the Cliff Palace in … Continue reading
FOR ALL THE LITTLE PEOPLE
There have been several younger men in my life recently as well as a couple of older ones, most of them strangers. There was Josh, the bee guy who went up on our roof twice to deal with a colony … Continue reading
Posted in Uncategorized
Tagged community, end of the world, groups, memoir, skills, survival skills, tradespeople, working class, writing
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My Summer Reading List
Usually I see them traveling north on Oracle Road here in southern Arizona, carrying heavy backpacks and wearing the essential hiking hats and boots. They look like they are on a purposeful journey. Sometimes they are on bicycles loaded with … Continue reading
Water Finds The Empty Places
We lived below a mountain in a small village in New Mexico on what was once river bottom. The river had long ago become shallow, tame, lowered into the high banks that we would carefully walk down to dip our … Continue reading
