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I am in conversation with the universe about the wild and edge of the cliff, the dragon I ride, the fierce dark beneath, the water, the sky, the story of light.
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Selling Your Book—What to Do, What to Avoid, and Who Can Help You Thrive (opens the original)
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So you want to sell a book?Let’s start with why it’s hard.Things that are easier to sell: Items that people feel that they need, whether they do or not. For example, hand lotion. Ladies feel that they need hand lotion. Other things creatures like me need: plants, dogs, stuff for my dogs, art. We need food. Clothing. We don’t need books. Or do we? Books take our time. Art and meals and jackets don’t require me to stop what I am doing and pay attention, to pour all my mind into one place.Yet as wr
Born on Third Base: On Batting from the Dugout (opens the original)
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When I met my kids’ dad, I thought he was a hard worker like me. He started working when he was in his early thirties. I started at age four and I never stopped. He worked eight days a month, and then later became a fourth-grade teacher for his second career. One of his favorite phrases is “I like to be treated like a minor god.”It turned out that his grandmother (who had raised him) had given him the money to buy his first house, and then a second, and then a third. He sold those three houses i
Walk Me to the River: Who Carries Us to the End (opens the original)
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In 2015, at Ghost Ranch in New Mexico, I met a writer named Jennifer Steil. Her book, The Ambassador’s Wife, was based on her marriage to the British ambassador. She was stunning and elegant, vibrant and humming with success.I don’t remember our talking, but I remember thinking that she floated around Ghost Ranch. I remember her hair shining, the heft of her book, and the sort of glow that followed her in the sunlight. I wanted to know her, to stay in touch, but we didn’t know each other, and I
On the Sunlight Stumble of Mothering (opens the original)
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My own mother did not want to be a mother. Ducked out of the task early. Handed us over to God. God wasn’t around, so the counselors of High View Church Farm took us in hand. My sister in one squad, me in another. She was well behaved. I was not.It did not go well. My mother said, “Call me Charity.” I couldn’t imagine her having any feelings for me at all.“You’re a real disappointment,” she said.“So are you,” I said. That didn’t go well.Sometimes, I would be sent to pray in the forest. I would g
Steadfast, Present, Evergreen: On the Dream of Fathers of Pine (opens the original)
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Charles Harrelson spent considerable time behind bars. The first time, five years. Then he killed a federal judge. He had been working as a contract killer for over a decade, and the payoff to assassinate Judge John Wood from the drug lords was a quarter-million, but Harrelson got caught. Having injected himself with more cocaine than anyone needs for a party and an after-party, he confessed to killing the judge and JFK as well. There are people who claim he was one of the three tramps on the gr
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