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Orange You Glad?

May 14, 2020 / riversandroadspdx / 9 Comments

After that first sighting, orange started popping out at me. I could see it from a block away, waving me down, "Look at me! Look at me!" But it's funny how once you start looking for something, you start seeing it all the time.

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Best Advice

April 15, 2020April 21, 2020 / riversandroadspdx / 4 Comments

Wise and funny friends Give their best advice Four words or fewer Maybe all you need

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Equinox Part I

October 16, 2019 / riversandroadspdx / 11 Comments

Usually my feelings about Fall here in the Pacific Northwest are more mixed; excited about cooler mornings, rain in the garden, digging out warm clothes while mourning the end of languid days, sleeveless shirts, warm skin, and thriving gardens. Instead, I was fighting inevitable change, a losing battle.

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It’s All a Dream We Dreamed

September 27, 2019September 27, 2019 / riversandroadspdx / 13 Comments

Robert Hunter, the lyricist for the Grateful Dead, was also the lyricist for my life. His words threaded through my life since I was 21, when I met some new friends, Harold and Alan, and a community of people that became my tribe. Would I be who I am without Hunter?

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