Site Owner: Margaret DeAngelis
Site Name: Markings: Days of Her Life
Site URL: http://www.silkentent.com/Trees
Articles Posted: 14
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Living Out Loud Posted on Jan 1, 10:01 pm
Thank you for one more year of Holidailies, and for accomodating me as a shadow member.


Joey, Wait Till You See This! Posted on Dec 24, 11:12 am
The annual reposting of my essay about the True Meaning Of Christmas as revealed by the 1953 Christmas episode of Dragnet.


The Beginning of All Things Posted on Dec 14, 9:12 pm
My grandson, Joseph Angelo April, pictured below, turns six months old today. Thank you for all the joy, all the hope, all the possibilities you have brought to our lives. I love you.


Keeping Track Posted on Dec 12, 9:12 pm
A mediatation on keeping a journal.


The Trees Were Balding Posted on Dec 5, 9:12 pm
[I] was drawn to the word “quotidian” in the title of Caille Millner’s story. “Don’t put in so much quotidian detail,” said one of my classmates at Bread Loaf last year. Elizabeth Berg’s work has been described as dealing in quotidian details, an observation that has been meant as a compliment and as a criticism by different reviewers. I hated Safe at Home, the last Berg title I read. But I think my eye for quotidian detail is one of my strengths as a fiction writer.


This Is My Life Posted on Dec 4, 2:12 pm
In which I make a writing exercise out of a passage that captured my attention in an audiobook version.


Bottom Drawers Posted on Dec 3, 12:12 am
There was a lot of weird shit in bottom drawers. — Smith Henderson, b. 1954, from “Treasure State,” in Best American Short Stories 2016


Begin with a Change Posted on Dec 1, 9:12 am
. . . Blue sky lolling/ beyond the window/ frame — eyes open./Just a way of looking./ Begin with a change. — Marci Rae Johnson, American poet Happy Holidailies, in medias res, where everything happens.


The Ninth Annual Dragnet 1953 Commemoration Posted on Dec 24, 8:12 am
One More Time with Paco, his wagon, a statute, a down-and-outer, a priest, and two detectives.


And Again I Say, Rejoice! Posted on Dec 13, 8:12 pm
Lynn DeAngelis April as she looked on this day in 1990, and this morning.


God Light Posted on Dec 8, 8:12 pm
No mystical message -- just a phot, and alittle poetry


The Journey Begins Posted on Dec 5, 12:12 pm
I have fallen into the habit of regarding this process as something “we” are doing: “our” appointments, “our” oncologist, “our” prescription regimen. I have to remind myself, and sometimes others, that I am not the patient, Ron is. I am, in this endeavor, the companion, the keeper of the schedule, the traffic manager. Though this requires a lot of my attention, I am not the one who is being pushed, prodded, shot through with poison and bombarded by beams of light designed to kill. . .


What Lasts? Posted on Dec 2, 11:12 pm
I spent some time today wondering what objects in my life now will still be here in 150 years. I have a cedar chest that dates from the early days of my grandparents’ marriage in 1901. It is in need of repair. I have the Story and Clark console piano my parents bought for me in 1948 (I was one year old). It needs to be tuned and has a G two octaves below middle C that sticks. Of things I actually made, I have a dishtowel upon which I embroidered a stamped design in about 1956.


Hail and Blessed Posted on Dec 1, 12:12 am
What do I want this Advent season? Mild weather, through the middle of January, so that travel to and from Ron’s daily therapy sessions will not be made difficult or impossible, and reconciliation with a number of people with whom I have experienced either an outright estrangement or a distance born of complacency and neglect. As it happens, two of those people called me today. - See more at: http://www.silkentent.com/Trees/?p=5722#sthash.mcmeoUIB.dpuf


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