Jane's Digital Road Trips

No longer working in the schools, I still need to stretch that "writing" muscle. And, the more I stretch it, the more fascinating and beautiful the world seems to become.

Sunday, March 14, 2021

Staying In

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Is there anything better than laying in a cozy bed, with no plans to pull you away, while the outdoors gets scrubbed clean by the first spri...
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Sunday, February 28, 2021

The Arc and its Covenant

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Last night, a flash of light punctuated itself between the slats of our blinds, followed by thunder--low and rumbly.  It was all I could do ...
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Wednesday, February 3, 2021

Joy and Justice

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"Joy, I think, is a kind of self justice."         --J. Drew Lanham, ornithologist and poe t What could possibly top the wonderlan...
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Monday, January 18, 2021

Doggone These Dog Days

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Apparently, for about twenty minutes today--while we were wandering Woods Park--Finn was dead, which would have surprised both of us, had we...
Friday, January 15, 2021

Warmth

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I write this during the early-morning hour of a blizzard.  As you can see, Finn is making the most of it, cozy beneath the how-can-they-make...
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Sunday, January 10, 2021

The Longest Month

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When I taught (I know, I know. I should be wary of using that term, lest a dozen former students PM me, frantically typing up myriad ex...
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Saturday, August 8, 2020

Feeling Funny Bone-less

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  Earlier this week, a friend sent a text to Mark and me.  She was snarky and I was black-and-white in my stodgy, unappealing response.  So,...
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