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Yellow Springs News Blogs Section :: Page 17

  • BLOG-The Age of Consent

    In the hope of sharing a fun experience with my children, I turned a deaf ear to their discomfort. I must respect my child’s limits when fireflies fall to enchant.

  • BLOG— Bike path poet

    The best poem I’ll ever write is the one I’ll never write. It’s the one I’ll write only in my head, under the influence of bicycling, which apparently is for me as potent as the more illicit highs other writers have pursued for inspiration.

  • BLOG – Ode to my Bike

    Being able to bike this trail was exactly why I like biking so much: you can explore without limits, indulge your imagination, and physically connect with the world around you, all at your own pace.

  • BLOG-The Morning Alarm

    We hit a snag but didn’t lose heart. We let the early moment that alarmed pass until it was replaced by a charming wonder.

  • BLOG— In summer’s country

    And that’s how childhood seems to me, a place more than a time. I still dream about certain things: the creek, the cherry tree in the backyard, the concrete front stoop that was a clean, if somewhat bumpy, slate for drawing.

  • BLOG-Born To Run

    A coop, a concert, and recovery from a near calamity.

  • BLOG — Bear facts

    Lauren “Chuck” Shows goes camping in a bear haven and lives to tell the tale — as do most visitors to Great Smoky Mountain National Park.

  • BLOG— ‘A very, very fine house’

    Like a lifetime achievement award, Yellow Springs bestows the moniker of home ownership at the end of a person’s career, not at its beginning or mid-point. And why not? A person doesn’t own a thing just because a piece of paper says she does.

  • BLOG-Traveling Time Step

    No matter whatever else happens in my life, all else is gravy.

  • BLOG— A prayer for days

    The day begins with tree shadow, with bird song, with a rectangle of grey on the slanted ceiling that slowly warms to blue. The top of a spruce floats there, and the ghost of the crabapple cut down this spring.

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