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Welcome to my blog, a quasi-weekly column on topics and issues that have my attention, or that are intended to inform or inspire--including the following reminder:

"Realize why you're here, and be about it!"

Prayer for a packrat

Last week a packrat moved into my 2006 Prius. Returning from a visit to a friend’s, I lifted the hood of my car—folklore says that the open air can deter prospective residents—and found a bright-eyed critter with big ears blinking up at me. I was horrified.

Friends might remember that I had a similar rodent-in-residence last summer and, by the time I discovered him, or her, the animal had eaten through my wiring harness, shorted out the car’s computer system, and ended up costing my insurance company $15,000 in repairs. I couldn’t risk that again. I called in the big guns—my husband, Micheal.

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Reconciliation in the Methow

Sunday morning concluded the 10th annual Reconciliation Pow-Wow in Twisp, Washington—a time when the white residents of the Methow Valley, who kicked the Native residents out at gunpoint more than 100 years ago, welcome them back for a weekend celebration of Native culture and spirituality. The pow-wow closes with a talking circle in which people share what this year’s gathering has meant to them.

I was moved by the love and commitment to each other this small group of 40-50 human beings shared.

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Good news from the past

I received an email last week containing the best news I’ve heard in months.  It was from the young woman who was once my stepdaughter.  I’d abandoned her when she was perhaps eight years old the morning after her father had held me hostage while he debated whether or not to kill me.  I’d left town the next morning and had never returned, leaving her to whatever life her father would create for her.  She’d had a string of stepmothers thereafter, and we’d communicated only sporadically—by email, birthday cards, and the occasional request for funds to buy a prom dress, or a drill team uniform.

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