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Rapture
Wednesday November 5, 2008
My husband Ben grew up Catholic; I grew up Southern Baptist. As love stories like ours go, it was probably inevitable that we would meet at an Episcopalian church. On our first date, he bought me my first beer; shortly thereafter, he fell asleep, drunk, on my bed, where partygoers put coats on top of him. Later, I....
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The Wind in the Pines, Part II
Tuesday November 4, 2008
The Canadian woods provided my first, faint intuition of transcendence and grandeur (with a dash of terror on the side) but the Grand Canyon has schooled me in the sublime ever since. In that incomprehensible immensity, I’ve witnessed flash floods, distressed hikers, rafting near-disasters, and....
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The Wind in the Pines, Part I
Monday November 3, 2008
As I write this, I’m wrapping up two weeks of work on the Navajo Reservation, the place I once lived, where my sons where born, where my love for the desert is rooted like a cottonwood on a riverbank. The time has been a liturgy of remembrance: catching up with old friends....
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Get a Job
Friday October 31, 2008
When asked to accept the Nobel Prize in Stockholm—back when it was given for writing, not politics, and therefore carried more prestige than the People’s Choice Awards—Faulkner said that he couldn’t get away from home because he was a farmer....
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To Transform Looking into Loving
Thursday October 30, 2008
There have been numerous studies in recent years about the decline of reading—such as those promulgated by Dana Gioia at the National Endowment for the Arts, backed by hard statistics and unassailable analysis. But nothing makes my heart sink more than when a great piece of writing is misunderstood by those who ought to....
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