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Deborah J. Brasket, Author

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Deborah J. Brasket, Author

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“To Be Replaced by Love” – George Saunders’ Wish for Graduates

May 28, 2018

With graduation season upon us, I thought I’d re-share the most inspiring graduation speech I ever read. One by the …

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Pinch Me! Writers House Accepts My Novel

May 23, 2018

I’m so excited. Robin Rue, a senior agent at Writers House, one of the top 20 literary agencies in the …

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Mothering the World, A Tall Order

May 13, 2018

My novel From the Far Ends of the Earth is about relationships between mothers and children and all the ways …

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Right, at Last, and Wide Open

May 7, 2018

I’m letting my hair grow out. Like a girl again. It’s past my shoulders already, still mostly brown with a …

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Music Like Waves, Rising, Dispersing

April 30, 2018

I came across this poem on one of my favorite blogs O at the Edges. I love the image of …

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Immersed in One’s Art

April 20, 2018

There’s something immensely satisfying to see Helen Frankenthaler immersed in her art this way. I found this image on Facebook, …

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Poetry that Takes Us Beyond Articulation

April 6, 2018

Some of us are always seeking a path beyond ourselves, beyond articulation. It’s not escape. It’s the opposite of escape. …

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“Water Falling Through Sunlight” – Poem & Paintings for Troubled Times

March 17, 2018

September, 1918 This afternoon was the color of water falling through sunlight; The trees glittered with the tumbling of leaves; …

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Bearing Witness – Art that Hurts, Art that Heals

March 5, 2018

So much of art-making is bearing witness–to things we love, to things that wound. And often they are the same …

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Perfect Pairings – Klee and cummings

February 27, 2018

I’ve long been a huge fan of Paul Klee’s paintings and e.e. cummings’ poetry, and for similar reasons: their playfulness …

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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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