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mourning

Posted by in Food & Garden, Home, Ruminations

We announced the new incarnation of Proximity Magazine last night. For our inaugural issue, we chose the theme, “morning.” I’ve been mulling that over for the past few weeks, wondering what I might write, were I not one of the editors. I guess you could say I’ve had morning on the mind.   I could use a good morning, instead of this, its homophonic twin. I do not like pity. Sometimes I choose not to share bad news, to avoid the look people get in their eyes, the down-turned corners…read more

rocks

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On a visit to Lake Superior Sometimes, when I am sitting alone on a shoreline, or on a hilltop, or next to a rambling river where wild things grow and growl, and black bugs crawl, where the earth shines with flecks of quartz, and weedy flowers sprout whole from slabs of rock and bloom the color of the sun, I wonder how we got it wrong. I wonder what it is that compels us to love and to hate and to wage war and to concern ourselves with things as mundane…read more

food + family

Posted by in Food & Garden, Home

Last year, because our Christmas plans involved whirlwind trips to Austin, Houston, and North Carolina, we decided to take it easy and stay put for Thanksgiving. Because it revolves around food, family and gratitude, Thanksgiving has always been my favorite holiday — and the prospect of Thanksgiving dinner for two didn’t quite have the feel of holiday to me. So we brought down the serving dishes from my grandmothers and Joe’s cousin Jeanie, the china from my great-grandmother, the glasses from my brother and sister-in-law; we used recipes from Joe’s…read more

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snow day

Posted by in Home

The second biggest snow storm in Wisconsin history blew through town yesterday, causing us to cancel our eagerly-awaited Christmas trip to North Carolina, but giving us a surprise day of doing nothing but eating, walking the dog, and watching the snow fall (and fall and fall and fall — for more than 24 hours!). We lost power last night around 7. The power company warned us we were among 4,000 homes without power and likely wouldn’t get it back until morning, so we hunkered down with a houseful of candles,…read more

home love

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Lately I’ve turned into a hater. I look around our house, still so new to us, yet still so old (and, with age, still so plaster-cracked, and dusty-cornered, and crooked-floored), and I think, “God, there’s so much work to do.” The other day, I told Joe that I wanted to just sell the place and buy something new, a house with fewer projects waiting in the wings, a house that doesn’t beg for renovation projects, new paint, new gutters. There are a few other homes in Madison that are identical…read more

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