Trump
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Good news bad news. Oh, wait.
Today Anne Lamott reminded me of an old, probably ancient, story that’s relevant again, one I’ve heard several times before and you probably have, too. In the story, a farmer wakes to find that a herd of wild horses has broken down the fences surrounding his acreage. Much repair work lies ahead for the farmer Continue reading
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Avaunt!
Stepping back for a few days from my normal routine with its occupations and preoccupations left me unguarded and vulnerable. Plenty of distractions lay waiting to fill the void, including Ozzie (i.e., Ozymandias, from Shelley’s poem of the same name, [aka Trump]), and in they rushed. Abetted by a growing number of history lessons illuminating Continue reading
The Sauntering Pilgrim 