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I dream that I hold a snow globe …

I was maybe seven or eight when, while wandering the aisles of the library, I found a book with an amazing title: “The House of Thirty Cats.”  My heart quickened as I imagined a house inhabited by thirty cats.  I checked the book out and loved it.  It gave me a beautiful dream for my future: I’d be a writer …

The months of May and June have been difficult ones for me, to say the least.  The migraines that I’ve suffered from my whole life have attacked me with a vengeance.  I’m working on the Philippians challenge, planning new writing projects, and looking forward to summer activities.  And yet, I’ve had a migraine nearly every day since the beginning of …

Last spring, I posted a picture on Facebook of the grape hyacinths in our front yard, and a woman named Klara commented on the post.  I responded to her, then snooped through her profile to see who she was.  I discovered that she was a friend of Monty’s aunt, and that she lived in Canada but was Dutch by birth.  …

Have I mentioned that Louis MacNeice is my favorite poet?  MacNeice was Irish, but history has labeled him as a part of a British group of poets informally known as “the thirties poets.”  These were poets who were writing about Europe in the 1930s, sharing their concerns about the possibility of another world war.  As most of their opinions were …

When I was about seven years old, I was standing on our front porch, holding a giant fuzzy puff of a flower.  I thought that if I made a wish on the flower, then blew the fuzz into the air, my wish would come true.  I had made my wish, taken a deep breath, and was about to blow that …

I had a weird dream yesterday.  I dreamed I was at an NBA playoff game, sitting courtside as I watched the Cleveland Cavaliers and Golden State Warriors play.  At halftime, all the lights went down except for a single spotlight on me.  I looked at the Jumbo Trons, and my face was on them.  A cheerleader approached me and handed …

A couple of weeks ago, Dad and I were watching TV.  I had the remote and was flipping through channels.  I stopped on the channel that was airing “Criminal Minds,” one of my favorite shows.  Dad watched long enough to see a violent carjacking/kidnapping scene, then said, “What in the world is this?”  I tried to explain. . .