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Author Archives: Riba
The Gap Between My Selves (45)
I lost a 4-unit class this semester because of low enrollment. Now I have seven units instead of eleven. I found out on a Friday, and that evening I was running errands, meeting Marylou and Richard for dinner. I remember … Continue reading
Posted in Daily life, Life, Personal, Reflections, Thoughts, Writing
Tagged bike riding, losing income, purple glass, standing in the hallway, tantrum, the universe mocking
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Moments (44)
I was sitting one morning on the patio thinking about how I needed to quit drinking my yerba maté. I know this because I try to take note when birds arrive, try to find a why. I heard a commotion … Continue reading
Posted in Animals, Birds, Gratitude, Home, Life, Nature
Tagged Cooper's Hawk, crescent moon, House Sparrows, waning moon, yerba maté
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If My Soul Were a City (43)
If my soul were a city it would be called Sueño. Dream. It would sit beside the sea, and the citizens would serve the sea creatures in our bay. The whales would come, and we would stand ankle-deep in the … Continue reading
Posted in Animals, Birds, Daily life, Fiction, Gratitude, Life, Music, Prayer, Writing
Tagged if my soul were a city, singing prayers at dusk
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Maybe I Do Love Writing (42)
Maybe I do love writing like I’d love a sister who could set my teeth clenching like no other, whose icky tone of voice would mirror mine, who might not speak her judgment out loud but the phone would be … Continue reading
Posted in Blogging, Family, Fiction, Friends, Life, Musings, Reflections, Thoughts, Writing
Tagged sonic boom, sweaty sex, writing as tie to the earth, writing as what keeps me alive, yoga practice
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The Twisting (Twisted?) Writer’s Road (41)
When people find out I’m a teacher they ask me, “Do you love it?” I am never able to give them the resounding “Yes!” their breathless question begs. I talk about the ten-year learning curve for basic competency, all the … Continue reading
Why I Write (40)
I write because I love language. I write because I am a terrible snob, and I believe only my truth is real. I write in order to dig to China. I write to meet dragons and dolphins and stand before … Continue reading
Posted in Blogging, Blogs, Fiction, Fun, Inspiration, Thoughts, Writing
Tagged Natalie Goldberg, whimsy, why I write
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No Regrets (39)
I turned down a chance to hike in the desert this morning with people I like very much. It would have meant catching the bus at 7:45, and it sounded like too much to me last night, too much to … Continue reading
Posted in Animals, Birds, Blogging, Daily life, Friends, Gratitude, Home, Life, Nature, Walking, Writing
Tagged Christmas lights, new year's eve day, quiet joy
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A Bicycle Built for Two (37)
I hear a laughing protest from the street and look up from the page of my notebook. Through the slats in the gate and the gaps in the pyracanthas I watch a man and woman with gray hair and bright … Continue reading
Posted in Biking, Daily life, Fun, Life, People
Tagged bicycling, bravery, laughing, tandem bicycle
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The Man at the Bus Stop (36)
There is a man with a suitcase sitting at the bus stop when I arrive. He is younger, maybe in his early forties (though I am not always good with ages). He has blonde hair that goes to the shoulders … Continue reading
Posted in Daily life, Fiction, Life, People, Thoughts, Writing
Tagged bus stop, odd conversations, running
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