Monthly Archives: August 2004

White Trash Grace: Chapter Five

| By Sally Duryea | After Blue left the mountains things slowed to a turtles pace for Sonny. It was the time of year when the snapping turtles returned to lay their eggs. Sonny had been saying for years now …

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A Common Thread

Sybil Argintar Bowers has always been interested in handmade lace, embroidery, and textiles. Her grandmother, Sylvia Dermer Bergman, originally from Romania, grew up learning the art of creating lace and embroidered linens for the home. When she arrived in this …

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Where There’s Smoke …

| By Nancy Tabel | Recently a young woman who is interested in becoming a firefighter asked me what had created my own desire to become a one. At the time I responded that it was the combination of a …

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The Journey of River Chickadee: Arrival

| By Robin Brown | February 2, 2004, Rexford, Montana. Days 6-10 of my Journey from Alaska to Asheville, NC. After arriving safely in northwestern Montana where my family lives, I spent a few days visiting family and regrouping. The …

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Poison Ivy

| By Danny Bernstein | “While you’re sleeping, Poison Ivy comes a creeping…” Right now, I am a walking example for the value of staying home on the couch with a book and not risking going into the woods; I …

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Mothers of Invention

Shitty business, but a necessary evil and some of us don’t have a clue where to begin. I am talking about pumping the septic tank and I still barely have a clue. Pumping the tank regularly may not help you …

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Test Driving The Maserati – Did I Juts Crack A Rib?

| By Byron Ballard | This, my friends, is a cautionary tale. Proceed with care. One of the pleasures of listening to your body, losing weight and getting fit is that you are rewarded with buckets of energy. When you …

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Poetry: That’s What My Grandpa Said

| By Celia Miles | Women weren’t meant to wear horseshoes. That’s what my grandpa said, his pants hitched up, his jaw full. It went through my head, eight years old and growing, grasping roles and asters, picking mums, motherless …

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Two Poems By Glenis Redmond

Mama’s Magic My Mama is Magic! Always was and always will be. There is one phrase that constantly bubbled from the lips of her five children “My Momma can do it. “We thought my mama knew everything. Believed she did, …

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Jeanette Redmond’s Child

| By Julie Savage Parker | My first introduction to Ms. Glenis Redmond—Jeanette Redmond’s child—was through Jeanette Redmond’s mama (and Glenis’ grandmama) Katie Latimore, now 104 years old. Local filmmaker Debra Roberts first met ‘Great Katie’ (so nicknamed by Glenis’ …

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How Does Your Garden Grow?

| By Carrie Lauterbach | Greg and Angela Tipton have a beautiful garden, full of perennial wildflowers of all colors, shapes and sizes. As all good gardeners do, they make sure the soil is rich with nutrients and full of …

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Funny, Isn’t It?

Funny, isn’t it, how perspective changes everything? If you’re skinny and someone calls you lanky, you’re never sure whether to be flattered or offended. If you’re a bit on the chubby side and you overhear someone say “zaftig”, you run …

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Emoke B’Racz

“Poetry is still my favorite way to educate my soul. Words carry the appropriate space between them for my soul to meander in and learn new paths for being. The universe measures how much time we spend there and gifts …

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Poetry: The Descent

| By Barbara Reed | Age writes her name across       the skin that covers my thigh, And tells her story in the lines       deepening over my face. Age-       her gentle picture spreading From the crevices that carve       their way into …

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