Monthly Archives: July 2011

Fatty Nation, Tubby Town

Posted on July 31, 2011 by Cynthia Coleman Emery

When the local obesity group landed a $7.5 million grant from the CDC to advocate for healthy food choices, organizers were joyous. A campaign was launched with advertisements on billboards and busses in Portland that announce “you just ate 16 … Continue reading →

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Roll on Columbia

Posted on July 26, 2011 by Cynthia Coleman Emery

The Columbia River has long been sacrosanct for Pacific Northwest Indians, who consider it an integral feature of their lives and spirit. Researching the mediated discourse and public opinion about tribal issues arising from the river has opened my eyes … Continue reading →

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Summer Bugs

Posted on July 23, 2011 by Cynthia Coleman Emery

I love spiders. When I find one in the house I gently escort her outside. Spiders are the symbol of the Osage people, and rightly so. They carry their homes with them, on their backs, ready for the next adventure. … Continue reading →

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Meek’s Cutoff

Posted on July 19, 2011 by Cynthia Coleman Emery

I write today without doing my homework. Don’t tell my students. Second daughter (Wee-Hey) and I saw Meek’s Cutoff and I resist reading the reviews and backstories while the movie floats through my soul and brain.

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Intuition

Posted on July 15, 2011 by Cynthia Coleman Emery

From a scientific view, intuition can be a curse.

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Dead Critters

Posted on July 7, 2011 by Cynthia Coleman Emery

A mole took up residence in my basement. A dead mole. Or mouse. A dark gray and blue furriness that looks like my dog’s toy is curled up on the concrete near the washing machine and dryer.

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