Last Tuesday / This Tuesday

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Last Tuesday / This Tuesday

Last Tuesday.

I’m sitting in an Adirondack chair, my feet resting on a well-weathered log here in Sisters, Oregon. It’s my family’s annual week-long vacation at the same beautiful house we’ve rented for the past four summers. My favorite spot. Just above the little creek. Most of my worries are 153 miles away. ✧✧✧ This Tuesday. I’m sitting in my office desk chair, a bit flummoxed. Usually I’ve written the newsletter article weeks in advance. Usually. Not this week. I’m looking at a blank screen. ✧✧✧ Last Tuesday. So I’ll be ready when inspiration comes, I bring a blank sketchbook and a pen with me everywhere I go. I sketch what I see. ✧✧✧ This Tuesday. “Are you writing about something that happened in Sisters?” Jane asks from my office doorway. “Trying to. I thought inspiration would hit me last week, but it didn’t. No ideas came to me.” “That’s unusual.” “I know.” “Why don’t you write about that?” “Funny thing,” I say. “That’s exactly what I’m doing.” ✧✧✧ Last Tuesday. I’m proud of the pen-and-ink drawing. I’m especially proud because I know, technically, it’s not very good. It’s good to be proud of not being perfect. ✧✧✧ This Tuesday. The same goes for this article. It’s not great, but it’s sure good enough. Good enough is good enough.  

Mark was wrong

Mark is smart. He’s one of my smarter friends. He is able to contort his words so as to not split an infinitive, as I just did in this very sentence. (Mark would have written, so as not to split an infinitive.) ⟡⟡⟡ Four or five years ago, Mark’s youngest child—assigned female at birth and named Clara—told him that they

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Except if you are Jenn F.

I’m here to help. As far as I can figure out, that’s why I’m here. To help. A saying attributed to John Wesley: Do all the good you can, By all the means you can, In all the ways you can, In all the places you can, At all the times you can, To all the people you can, As

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Misplaced Righteous Indignation

I’m fuming. FUMING. F-U-M-I-N-G! I’ve just removed my key from the front door and crossed over the threshold. The setting is my first floor apartment at 7 Keren Hayesod in Jerusalem.  I lived there for a year — two buildings down and across the street from the Super Sol where King George starts. About a 1¼-mile walk from the Western

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77% Weekly Newsletter
77% Weekly Newsletter