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I can see the wind
She knew there was mold on the pico de gallo. She knew three cars were waiting to turn left behind her. Still, she looked over at the psychic’s mailbox, the wooden gypsy who offered herself with open...
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the art of being, on Halloween
Halloween was never for feminists. Whoever invents kids’ costumes is a sadist; whoever buys them is a masochist. They fall to shreds before you get to the first house. They’re never warm enough....
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I’m less Waldorf Astoria and more Waldorf learning.
Our next door neighbor rushes home from the playground to catch her bus to preschool. She leaves the leaves, abandons the abandon. A few moments of joy, a morning with Mom and Mother Nature, become...
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Goddess Grove: Cover art reveal!
Cover art: revealed! The e-book, soon to come, is just in time for holiday reading. As an added bonus, enjoy the new blurb: When divorcée Muira Brennan moved her kids to the suburbs, she wasn’t...
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Luz and the Light of Chanukah
“Mommy, why does the menorah look like a tree?” In honor of a more feminist, earth-based Chanukah, we wrote our own story: Luz and the Light of Chanukah Indeed, to reclaim some of the ancient female...
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Join us for Unplug Friday!
Unplug Friday: It’s what our family has decided to observe instead of Black Friday. We never honored the day anyway, but we’ve decided to use that day to turn off all gadgets, including televisions,...
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The Imprint of a Blessing
I saw the hand reaching over, embracing what was left of my brokenness. It was Father Christmas or Father Sun, or maybe just the oldest spirit known. He had that white beard you’d expect, that...
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The Soul-Sucking Suburbs (and why I write Suburban Lit)
First, why the suburbs are horrible. Yes, living in poverty and/or violence is horrific. I’m not trying to diminish the negativity of that experience at all. But here’s why life in the suburbs is also...
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Turning to awe
Photo belongs to City of Deerfield. A gaze so portentous, a growl so pernicious, and he just sauntered on, the heedless coyote. He’d trot over my chattel, languid as all hell. And I was frozen in fear,...
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In the bitter
She was spring and fall all wrapped into one shivering in the bitter enduring the winter The day was over in her dulce de leche mind soccer mom driving a husband conniving One more stoplight one more...
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