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Back to the Country
Travelling back from Portland to Chicago I found myself in a melancholy mood. My voice packed away with my makeup. My city face dissolving back into relief. Dragging my bag like a heavy weary dog with leaden feet on a short leash. Bumping at my ankles – shambling along behind me. I loved standing in front…
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While we were talking
As I spoke for Press Publish in Portland, Oregon. In the most beautiful hotel. Telling them our stories – about you and me and our animals. This man slept. Outside my window. And what a triumph we were. I told them the story of you and me. And these people understood. But still this man slept. Unmoved.…
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Portland
Good morning. I am in Portland, Oregon for the Press Publish Conference. I have my itinerary, name tag and my goodies bag. I am thinking I might wear my “I Love Sheila My Big Fat Pig” T shirt. I will try it on with my skirt right now. I think it might work with this…
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Off again
I leave at lunchtime today. No, you are not coming Tima. Put those dogs down and behave yourself. So I will do a fast change after the lunchtime baby feeding and off we go. You and I – to Portland Oregon. I have never been to that part of the country before so I am looking forward…
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You Saw it Here
PAN. In my barn. Though Pan has a pretty bad reputation around goats. So I told Freya to watch out for herself. But she didn’t listen. Too funny really. Lets look at that again. I am still laughing. Freya looks so intent. Marmalade playing with her kitten. The girls come in for dinner. Look at…
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