JulieLeung.com: a life told in tidepools

I got up early – I should get up this early every day – I guess the adrenaline of hosting Thanksgiving made sure my body heard the alarm. Looking out the window I see darkness: I must be the only neighbor awake at this hour on this holiday. Ah, but even if I have tired […]

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Here’s a letter from yesterday’s Bainbridge Review that I liked, written by Gerard Bentryn, an island farmer: A profoundly gray November landscape lay before us. Betsey was downhill patiently pressing garlic cloves into the soil. The, above her, from out of the leaden sky, the shocking whiteness of an eagle’s head and tail as it […]

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From our home on Tuesday night….. Abigail exclaimed “You got a new computer?! A laptop?!” as Ted carried his new Powerbook across the house. Our family time last night was spent admiring the new machine, all five of us sitting on the couch together and watching the screen. “It has a picture of an apple […]

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Now to me, hate fliers appearing in a community is nothing new. Everywhere I’ve ever lived there’s been some type of incident at some time. But a letter in today’s Bainbridge Review, criticizing their coverage of a recent hate flier incident on the south end of the island, Racist Fliers Hit Island Doorsteps got my […]

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cliche come alive fragments fly across the floor sharp-edged shards can cut the hands that hold them it’s some Humpty Dumpty made of cracked corelle while picking up the pieces too many to tape she says or glue back together we look at each other wondering how did it happen

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