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Deborah J. Brasket, Author

~ Writing from the Edge of the Wild

Deborah J. Brasket, Author

Tag Archives: dying

A Friend Meets Death, Full of Curiosity

June 18, 2023

Our lives are full of curious and mysterious things, and I’m quite certain what came before our birth and after …

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13 Ways of Looking at Dying, Just Before, and the Moment After

September 24, 2013

This is the title of a short story I wrote that was published in the Fall Issue of Cobalt Review. …

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The Deer’s Scream, My Mother’s Eyes, and a Ripe Strawberry

November 8, 2012

The deer fleeing for its life turns to look at me with my mother’s eyes.  Dark fierce eyes, bitter-bright, locking …

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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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