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Jana Lee Frazier
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I am a wildlife biologist and rehabilitator, former zookeeper, sketcher of animals, essayist, unpublished novelist and a lover of dogs.

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Deer Mouse

(0) Comments | Posted May 7, 2014 | 3:00 PM

The place inside myself that wishes to remain sequestered from the world resents my niece's tentative knock at the door of the room where I sleep. She is five years old, small for her age, fresh from the loss of her father. She finds, I think, in my own unremitting...

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Homeless

(3) Comments | Posted March 28, 2014 | 6:08 PM

We sit together on the cold, clammy patio floor, watching the sunset melt molten over the mountains in the distance. We don't talk. Or make eye contact. She is perfectly still, staring straight ahead, the blooming moon balancing along the curve of her upturned ear and illuminating the smoky condensation...

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Love Lost

(0) Comments | Posted February 12, 2014 | 4:52 PM

Today, as I walk along the street, in a storefront I see strings of foil hearts glinting garnet in the sundown light. And pale pink roses edged in scarlet. From inside wafts the scent of chocolate and cherry cream. A sign, nestled in purple tissue paper asks: Will you be...

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The Meaning of the Word Shelter

(0) Comments | Posted December 24, 2013 | 9:59 AM

My mother was sick throughout most of my childhood and sorrowful for much of each year. She seldom strayed from the confines of our little suburban house and yard. But even in her illness and within the boundaries of her small life she found wonder for us. Or, more accurately,...

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Snow Dance

(0) Comments | Posted December 13, 2013 | 1:08 PM

I can't wait for winter. The sort of winter I fell in love with as a child. I
love the unapologetic honesty of the season, the spare trees scoured clean of leaves after
autumn's gloriously gaudy show. I miss the surprise of a first look at...

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Blessings

(1) Comments | Posted December 2, 2013 | 3:32 PM

I don't ever really remember noticing November before. Not like this, not like now. Standing at the edge of the pond, the white dog and I see a shimmering skim of ice seemingly thrown out across the water like a net of black lace. It is the time of the...

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Requiem for Monty

(0) Comments | Posted November 18, 2013 | 9:07 AM

The fallen apples smell like cider in the hot yellow autumn air. As I move back and forth along the line, hanging clothes and calling his name.

"Montgomery! Montgomery!"

The wind whips the words right out of my mouth. The other dogs, his mother...

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Halloween

(0) Comments | Posted October 25, 2013 | 9:28 AM

It is October and I am enthralled with fall, with black cats and cauldrons and crystal balls. I close my eyes but I do not see the future swirling in the mist. Only the past.

I see a woman, her hair as dark as a raven's wing and a little...

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Lavender Blue

(0) Comments | Posted October 11, 2013 | 4:18 PM

I have been helping to care for a litter of pure-bred pups this summer. If you are sick or sad you should seek the company of dogs to spend away your super-heated days and sultry nights. I am weary of the sun and the steamy wet that permeates the air...

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Happy Birthday

(0) Comments | Posted September 10, 2013 | 4:45 PM

I have never been a fan of summer; even as a little girl, it all seemed too bright and too steamy, the sun with a heavy hand on the land, the light dense, the Earth holding its breath in the heat. But there is that time of year as the...

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Wolf Song

(10) Comments | Posted September 5, 2013 | 11:26 AM

Once upon a time, when I first fell into depression, I was asked to go along to a farm out West where an animal caught in a coyote trap lay in a cage awaiting identification. He was so big, they said, too big to be a coyote or a dog....

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Garden Party

(3) Comments | Posted August 15, 2013 | 4:27 PM

I have been ill, and this summer my world has shrunk to a plot of dirt in a backyard that does not belong to me. The seeds my sister suggestively places in my hand are not mine, either; she buys them at yard sales and flea markets. One day, a...

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Angels' Wings

(0) Comments | Posted December 18, 2012 | 10:17 AM

This year, Christmas is different from any other I have ever known. So much that once was is gone. Almost nothing of the life I once knew remains the same as it used to be, as it was for so many years.

My little girl is grown...

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