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When a yak is not enough

I always had a romantic fondness for yaks, dating from my child’s anthology of literature which included the poem below by Hilaire Belloc, illustrated with a pen and ink drawing of a friendly yak carrying a little girl who looked

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Feeling good/bad about our species

Last month we were in southern France and remarkably went to not a single wine tasting. However, we saw and climbed up to assorted castle/fortresses of the 12th C Cathar heretics, who so peeved the pope and king and adventure-loving

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High Winds in Milos

Some years ago, Maurizio and I were on our way home to Italy from  the Greek island of Milos, It was late August, the season of high winds, the sort that plagued Odysseus and prompted Agamemnon to sacrifice his daughter,

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Annoying: a hose down the throat

Sitting in a doctor’s office outside of Naples to discuss a stomach issue, I heard a man screaming wildly from the next room. My doctor explained: “He’s getting a gastroscope, a tube down the esophagus. It’s a bit fastidioso.” Now

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Rx: A good slap

In the years I lived in Italy outside Naples, I witnessed two instances of a non-AMA-approved but low cost/high efficiency bedside tactic. First instance: I was coming home late from a meeting. As I mounted the stairs to our apartment,

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Where’s God?

Set kids loose on theological contemplation and you can’t predict the outcome. Today at “Children’s Time with the Pastor” the question “Where can we see God?” unleashed exuberant responses from the younger congregants. In ME! In ME too! In Patrick?

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What does “happily ever after” mean?

“And they lived happily ever after.” Most languages, I assume, have a similar, codified ending for the stories we call fairy tales. Pressed for what the expression “really means,” I suppose  for most of my life I would have said

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My Iceberg

My Iceberg, © J. Appleton, 2012 Hello again. I realize I haven’t posted in awhile, between rewriting the first chapters of the new novel and hosting Maurizio’s mother, brother and niece (more on our adventures in the next post). But

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Workingman’s neck

Labor Sunday, Sept. 4. Long before I knew the term “red neck,” I was fascinated by my grandfather’s neck. It was reddish, with deep groves in diamonds that grew deeper when he turned his head. He’d lived in the sun,

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Sunday, May 6, 2pm reading from latest work at Hexagon Brewing Company, Knoxville, TN.

Thursday, May 10, 6-8 pm presentation on research on the historical novel, Blount County Library, Maryville, TN.

When We Were Strangers, Italian translation, to be presented in Pescasseroli, Italy, August 2018.

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“Absorbing and layered with rich historical details, in Under the Same Blue Sky, Schoenewaldt weaves a tender and at times, heartbreaking story about German-Americans during World War I. With remarkable compassion, the author skillfully portrays conflicted loyalties, the search for belonging, the cruelty of war, and the resilience of the human spirit.”—Ann Weisgarber, author of The Promise and The Personal History of Rachel Dupree

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