Monthly Archives: December 2012

Holidaze

Posted on December 27, 2012 by PB Rippey

Seabiscuit. I’m working backwards—Seabiscuit with a cheesecake glopped in cognac whipped cream. Also called Vital Precedence due to a greed it’s important (vitally so) to indulge this time of year. A dozen kids galloping around our yard, dogs weaving between (or dodging) Ninja … Continue reading →

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Quote For The Weekend: Christmas Poem Edition

Posted on December 23, 2012 by PB Rippey

Full Howling Moon Southern California’s brittle December 24th: swells, surfboards, fire-skin, a holiday bbq by a slide-dunked swimming pool blooming algae, all palms standing by–city logo, city tattoos. The Hollywood Hills Gelson’s Market evacuates delicacies when a parking lot palm … Continue reading →

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Mother Nature Wins

Posted on December 19, 2012 by PB Rippey

Around here, the skies are flannel and pursed. We can wear sweaters and scarves, for once, as we bring in our trash barrels from alleys. Pulling in the second recycling barrel, enjoying the feel of my silly polka-dot rain boots I … Continue reading →

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Beads, Snowflakes, Hopeful Friends

Posted on December 17, 2012 by PB Rippey

But you can only stay fused to your child’s side for so long. And there are a million poems to read in dark times—and then there are simply no poems, no words. None. A friend realized this and went to Newtown, … Continue reading →

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Quote For The Weekend: Seriously, WTF

Posted on December 16, 2012 by PB Rippey

I was going to publish a post 2 days ago, but after returning home with my preschooler from his Christmas/holiday/everything party, I heard about Newtown, CT. And then I made the mistake of logging onto Facebook and reading posts from “friends” … Continue reading →

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Quote For The Weekend: Squirrel Edition Via Eliot

Posted on December 9, 2012 by PB Rippey

If we had a keen vision of all that is ordinary in human life, it would be like hearing the grass grow or the squirrel’s heartbeat, and we should die of that roar, which is the other side of silence. … Continue reading →

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Quote For The Weekend (Super Late Edition)

Posted on December 2, 2012 by PB Rippey

This time of year is also, always, about how against all humanly odds, there was enough oil to keep the Menorah lit after the temple in Jerusalem was sacked. And how–well, you know the pitch: let there be light, and … Continue reading →

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