Tag Archives: oral history

The Living Stories Collective

It’s time for me to tell you about my other website, an ongoing labor of love created for the gathering and archiving of stories and memories through personal interviews. I hope you will visit and explore it at your leisure. Here … Continue reading

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That Little Flame That Tells You Who You Are

And now it’s October. This morning we actually had a few moments of rain…a brief passing shower, almost like a figment of our imagination, just enough to get a fleeting whiff of the way rain smells. The deck was christened with a … Continue reading

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Why We Tell Stories

WHY WE TELL STORIES by Lisel Mueller 1 Because we used to have leaves and on damp days our muscles feel a tug, painful now, from when roots pulled us into the ground and because our children believe they can … Continue reading

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Saturday Morning Visit

In the morning, I stood in a garden that was a’flutter with butterflies, clipping flowers for an impromptu nosegay bouquet. Lori came out with a tiny glass jar to put it in, and we brought it as a thank you … Continue reading

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Blackbirds on a Green Lawn

My mother is still at the assisted living facility where she has resided for more than a decade, and I’m grateful that she’s been able to remain in a setting that is familiar to her, but there’s something about it that … Continue reading

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Pause. Fast Forward. Pause.

I’ve been enjoying that bright broad-faced full buck moon rising above the sea with such aplomb, beaming into my window at night, spilling its extravagant light all over us. I’m delighted too by the singing of the canyon wren, sometimes … Continue reading

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The Salute

We were sitting in the coffee shop in Lompoc this morning when our old friend Dick Jacoby wandered in.  I love running into Dick–he always has a twinkle in his eye and a story to share. Somehow we got on … Continue reading

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