Author: Jocelyn

Plant Trees Under Whose Shade You Do Not Expect to Sit 37

Plant Trees Under Whose Shade You Do Not Expect to Sit

It all started with stand-up comedian Marc Maron. Personally, I only find Maron occasionally funny, only sometimes as good as he wants to be. Mostly, his overblown ego and need for attention quash any shot at charm. You may have dated someone like this in high school. Although painful at...

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Gulp 27

Gulp

It started with about one hundred applications from all over the country, even a few mailed in from other countries. We on the committee read through the CVs and multi-page cover letters, winnowing down the pool of applicants to thirteen. With those thirteen quarter finalists, we conducted telephone interviews. From...

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How Do You Wander In To That Room of Your Own? 56

How Do You Wander In To That Room of Your Own?

Can we make this one more about the comments than the post? I know many of you post something every day, and I know many of you simply post whenever you feel so moved. You post when and how you do, and you have your reasons for that. So: 1)...

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Quite Contrary, That’s How My Garden Grows 19

Quite Contrary, That’s How My Garden Grows

This time of year, whenever I hop about visiting blogs, I frequently am greeted with lovely garden tours: colors, growth, renewal, dirt, brightness after months of grey. Here, for example, are a few glimpses: Lime‘s Daffodils Green Girl‘s Forsythia Friko’s Quince Citizen’s Pansies Usually, I view fellow bloggers’ garden photos...

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Twelve Years Since the Blue Moon 12

Twelve Years Since the Blue Moon

Once again, I beg the forbearance of my long-time readers with this post, as it’s a re-run (but I’ve added new pictures at the end!). However, because it’s a personal favorite, I hope you’ll hang in there for a re-read…or perhaps for a first-time through. —————————————– “Twelve Years Since the...

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Drag Your Feet to Slow the Circles Down 25

Drag Your Feet to Slow the Circles Down

If your browser allows it, click Play: [audio:http://omightycrisis.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/03/12-The-Circle-Game.mp3|titles=12 – The Circle Game] ——————————————- One year, when my dad’s birthday rolled around, my mom didn’t know what to buy him for a gift–he already lived under Montana’s Big Sky and possessed a lovely tenor voice, both of which made the case for...

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Revisiting Narnia: Wait, I Never Got This As a Kid…Aslan Is Jesus? 13

Revisiting Narnia: Wait, I Never Got This As a Kid…Aslan Is Jesus?

One day back in 1700, when we were classmates at Cautionary Epistle school, my chum Samuel Richardson and I took a break from hunching over our Remonstrance Homework long enough to survey a coterie of our cohorts kicking a rotten cabbage around the schoolyard. Abruptly, their play was interrupted by...

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The Smell of Success…or Perhaps an Abundance of Broccoli 27

The Smell of Success…or Perhaps an Abundance of Broccoli

“Can I just go into the bathroom and take off my clothes and come back out for a redo?” I asked the Tidy Tiny sporting a delicious wool cardigan and a name tag letting me know she’d lost 24 pounds and kept it off for 12 years. “I’d actually go...

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Delights 18

Delights

Usually, February is a dreary month, one that lasts for about nineteen years. I often find myself counting the minutes during the doldrums of February. Not this year. The days are flying by. I’m having a really, really good time, largely because: 1) Paco has decided he loves the Billy...

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I Thought That I Should Never See/Poems So Stuffed With The Kiwi 19

I Thought That I Should Never See/Poems So Stuffed With The Kiwi

The teacher thanked us all for coming, ending her welcoming speech with, “And I’ve told all the kids that the parents are here to enjoy their poetry, not to judge their poetry.” “Aw, come on,” whispered the hipster rock star dad sitting behind me (no, really, he is a rock...

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