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When The Funny Dies
It was with great sadness that I read about Robin Williams death this week. A man of incredible acting talent, both dramatic and comedic, he became the character he played with such conviction that separating him from his art was difficult. He was a very funny man. Who chose to take his own life. I…
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Restoration Is Hard Wear
We’ve had a dining room table and chairs made out of light oak for many years. Long enough that Debbie, at one point in time, thought it appropriate to carve her name in it. The surface was gouged, stained with drops of paint and marker, discolored where hot dishes sat trivetless. Like a topographical map…
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When Choosing Complicates The Picture
Boxes keep showing up at the house, courtesy of FedEx and the US Post Office. You’d think someone was getting married here. Well, someone’s getting married. Not here. Colorado. And these aren’t gifts. They’re a plethora of potential bridesmaid dresses. Back in the day, when John and I walked down the aisle, dresses for the…
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More Colors Than Crayola
Family. The brushstrokes of the stories of our lives. I think much of mine has been finger painted. Or possibly spray painted. But it’s rich with color. And really interesting people. I’ve been in Chicago this past weekend with two of my daughters, my sisters and mom. To celebrate daughter Courtney’s upcoming wedding with a…
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