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Deborah J. Brasket, Author

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Deborah J. Brasket, Author

Category Archives: Creative Nonfiction

Multiple Layers of Reality in Film, and in Us

October 17, 2021

In several of his films, Ingmar Bergman plays with the notion of multiple layers of reality. This can be seen …

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To Hu-Mor, or Less? That Is the Question

May 23, 2021

Last week I was questioning whether my blog had become too serious. To even ask such a question, of course, …

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Struggling to Blog

May 17, 2021

I’ve been struggling to find something to blog about this week. Actually I spent half a day yesterday working on …

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A New Tenderness Toward This Body

May 3, 2021

Crossroads by Louise Glück My body, now that we will not be traveling together much longerI begin to feel a …

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“More to Me Than Time Allows to Be”

October 4, 2020

I wrote this years ago, a kind of declaration for a state of being with which I passionately identified, although …

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Landscapes of the Mind – Six Singular Experiences

September 7, 2020

It’s all about the mind, of course. All experience filters through it, the outward and inner, nature and the art …

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Brushes with Blackness, 1

June 12, 2020

All of us who are white in America were born into a country steeped in racism. Even for those of …

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La Gitana, My Larger Self

March 2, 2020

When I first started this blog eight years ago, I had planned on using it as a vehicle for writing …

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Wrapped Around Schrodinger’s Cat

February 11, 2019

That’s where I’ve been these last ten days or so, wrapped around Schrödinger’s cat in that state of unknowing. My …

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The Poetics of Place: Redwood Speech,Watershed Prayers

September 2, 2018

“I want to see our words jump off the ground, erupt from a sensual earth, musty, humid, gritty. I want …

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After sailing around the world in a small boat for six years, I came to appreciate how tiny and insignificant we humans appear in our natural and untamed surroundings, living always on the edge of the wild, into which we are embedded even while being that thing which sets us apart. Now living again on the edge of the wild in a home that borders a nature preserve, I am re-exploring what it means to be human in a more than human world.

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