Author Archives: sarahyork

We Need the Eggs

Donald Trump’s escalated display of erratic, delusional, and childish behavior reminds me of a joke told by Woody Allen. This guy goes to a psychiatrist and says, “Doc, my brother’s crazy; he thinks he’s a chicken.” And the doctor says, “Well, why don’t you turn him in?” The guy says, “I would, but I need [...]

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Shedding

I have been here before—preparing for the yard-sale of the century, I mean. Getting ready to leave my home, unsure of what is next. Decluttering so that prospective buyers can walk through the house without tripping on the dog toys. It’s a great exercise in paring down, in letting go of the superfluous, in shedding [...]

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Hillary Clinton vs. Donald Trump: It’s a No-Brainer

I have been thinking a lot about the two major candidates in the 2016 Presidential race, and here are a few of my observations as I compare them on some of the issues. I am a woman who has lived through and benefited from over fifty years of progress in Women’s Rights. When I entered [...]

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Ash Wednesday

This is a selection from my book, Into the Wilderness, which is available from Apollo Ranch Institute Press: http://apolloranchinstitutepress.com/books/   Teach us to care and not to care Teach us to sit still.                     –T.S. Eliot   I thought Ash Wednesday was the title of a poem by T.S. Eliot until I learned about the [...]

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Kidding Season Part II: Chickadee

Chickadee & Wren Our friend Louise knew that kidding season had started on our farm in February with a difficult birthing that required veterinary assistance. “Y’all deserved an easy birth,” she said, when she heard that our goat, Chickadee, had just had an uneventful kidding. An easy birth means the doe had a few hours [...]

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Kidding Season Part I: Phoebe

Most goats are very considerate about having their babies during waking hours for their human companions. In fact, in five years of camping out near the barn on our motor home, with a baby monitor tuned in to the birthing stall, I had not once been awakened to the grunting sounds of a doe in [...]

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A pre-blog blog from a non-blogging blogger

“When did you stop blogging? I thought maybe you had died.” These were sobering words from a reader who had visited my web site and wanted to talk to me about my book Remembering Well: Rituals for Celebrating Life and Mourning Death. I didn’t really stop, I told him. I just took a sabbatical. So [...]

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Giving Thanks for Imperfect Families

  There are many occasions when I miss my mother…like when someone says something that I know would make her laugh with contagious abandonment and no one could possibly let the sound of her joyful eruption subside before feeling embraced by it. As I hike up the mountain where she taught me the names of [...]

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Election 2012: Patsy Gives Me Hope

Early voting starts here in three days. I have avoided posting political stuff on social media. I figure my husband, Chuck Campbell, does enough for both of us. As Treasurer for Patsy Keever’s campaign for Congress, he is more than a little bit involved. I have done my part behind the scenes. (And someone has to [...]

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Thoughts while folding laundry

So I was folding laundry—underwear to be specific. It has to be folded sort of like a shirt, in thirds. Then another fold and it is ready to be filed into the drawer with the fold-side up so I can see all the patterns and colors. I’ve been doing it that way as long as [...]

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