Posts by Fleda

My Wobbly Bicycle, 173

Posted by on Jun 5, 2019 in Featured | 7 comments

My Wobbly Bicycle, 173

I’ve been having a good time going through a file on my computer called “old poems.” The date on this one—thank you to my Mac for this—is 2004. We would have still been in Delaware, close to the Atlantic and the Maryland blue crab, which I miss as much as I miss anything about the east coast. Those lovely shells, steamed in something called “crab bake” that leaves them salty and pinkish. They have to be twisted and pounded and sucked. Even the tiny legs have a touch of meat if you’re willing to fight for it. They spread butcher paper on the table, give you a roll of paper...

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My Wobbly Bicycle, 172

Posted by on May 22, 2019 in Archive | 4 comments

My Wobbly Bicycle, 172

The day our little paradise on the Elk River in Maryland was ruined, I sat on our deck, turned my face to the wall and cried. The strip of land behind us, the viney, drapey, wooded path to the Elk River that we thought of as our own, was obliterated by buyers of the house behind and to the right of us. Soon there were ATVs roaring just beyond our back yard.   Which reminds me of what’s just happened locally behind the airport. First Costco ripped out a forest of trees, home to countless creatures, then the airport took almost all the rest. What’s going, what’s gone. It’s hard to...

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My Wobbly Bicycle, 171

Posted by on May 8, 2019 in Archive | 1 comment

My Wobbly Bicycle, 171

A while back, I asked for suggestions for blog posts. Here is one from a writer I admire, Kate Carroll de Gutes, that I think is pretty interesting—“How to maintain a spiritual practice in a social media world.” Well, Kate’s younger than I am, so my world is probably less social-media than hers. I don’t do Instagram, rarely look at Tweets, and even more rarely Tweet myself. Still. “Maintain a spiritual practice” is a loaded. You might call a walk in the woods a “spiritual practice,” but that isn’t what’s usually meant. Even sitting in a church or synagogue or mosque may...

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My Wobbly Bicycle, 170

Posted by on Apr 24, 2019 in Archive | 2 comments

My Wobbly Bicycle, 170

“Every time a friend succeeds, I die a little,” said Gore Vidal.   “Author Envy,” by William Giraldi, appears in the new  issue of Poets & Writers Magazine. I couldn’t imagine what else could be said about this subject, and I was right, but Giraldi did compile an impressive collection of other writers talking about jealousy, from Francis Bacon in 1625 to Angus Wilson and Cynthia Ozick.   “Spend enough time around writers, Giraldi writes, “and you’re certain to hear it. Often it’s barely caught at the tail of a comment, or in certain murmurings, or else heard...

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My Wobbly Bicycle, 169

Posted by on Apr 10, 2019 in Archive | 16 comments

My Wobbly Bicycle, 169

  I can see myself in my crib, pushing my fuzzy bunny from one side to the other, to see how it looks over there. I grew up in a very messy house, and I guess you could say that my decorating was to quell the storm. But more than that, I get aesthetic pleasure out of beautiful spaces. We had very little money when I was young, but that didn’t stop me. I painted a bookcase, I put up old curtains I found in a box. When I was in my 20s and 30s, I kept a notebook of decorating ideas. I pored over my favorite magazine, Metropolitan Home. I cut out pictures. I made a kitchen chandelier out...

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