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Friday Musings: Finding Cadence

Friday Musings: Finding Cadence

When I was in high school I became obsessed with the idea of finding cadence in writing and speech. Just when you think you’ve heard it all from me, right? I know. And exactly what is cadence? Well, according to dictionary.com, it’s the rhythmic flow of a sequence of sounds or words. For me, it’s a kind of harmony that I hear in the pattern of words, even when they are written, that feels very soothing to me. It’s almost as if the language falls away, even though it may be very beautiful, and my mind is

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Friday Musings: Dioramas

Friday Musings: Dioramas

I have a very vivid memory of spending a day with my mom at the Museum of Natural History in Philadelphia when I was somewhere around ten years old. It was summer and very warm, and we had taken the PATCO train into the city. I’m sure it was my first time ever riding it, and it may very well have been hers too. I remember the feel of the museum so well. It was cool and dark, and it had a particular smell that was a combination of pine, lemon, wood, and old things. The dioramas fascinated me. I

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Friday Musings: A Perfect Fit

Friday Musings: A Perfect Fit

Back on March 20th we had a winter storm here on the East Coast that left us with a decent amount of heavy, slushy snow. As I was walking carefully to my car that afternoon, I was rendered speechless by two sets of identical tire tracks that were shaped like interlocking hearts. I took a picture of them, and since I do admit to enjoying social media just a little bit, I quickly posted it on Instagram where it received lots of love and a number of comments. In the days that followed, I thought a lot about those

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Friday Musings: Control and Surrender

Friday Musings: Control and Surrender

I have an issue with flying. I was on a flight to Dallas when I was in my twenties that got into some trouble with a wind sheer right after takeoff, and I’ve never quite recovered from the fear. I’m well aware that I’m in more danger behind the wheel of my car than I am at 38,000 feet in the air, but for me it’s a matter of who has control. If I’m driving, then I think I’m the one who’s running the show, even though that’s nothing more than an illusion. If I’m flying, then I have no idea what’s going on in that cockpit,

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Friday Musings: What Would I Keep

Friday Musings: What Would I Keep

For many, many years there has been a poem by Robert Frost that has always been in the back of my mind, its words sitting there patiently, waiting for me to finally understand them and the meaning I’ve always sensed they had for me. I originally read it in college and dog-eared the page in my book of Frost’s poetry that I have sitting here next to me as I write this post. I forgot about the poem for a long time after graduation, and then it resurfaced when I came across the final stanza in the introduction to a

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