Note 30: The power of a question
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When I was a kid, every year around this time, Mom and Dad would work hard (and, it seemed to me, happily), shaking the winter out of the house. 
For 30 years or so, on a succession of refrigerators, I kept a copy of a Mary Oliver poem. The Summer Day Who made the world? Who made the swan, and the…
I'm choosing not to renew some of my magazine subscriptions. I feel a little sheepish admitting that. (Will it earn me a "poor conduct" mark on my…
I think this is the seventh draft I've started since the last Urban Cabin newsletter. Consider this sort of the catchall that some people write around…
My neighborhood had its annual Christmas kickoff last night. The high school band marched for about three blocks, just long enough for the "here we…
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