That Time Gram had a Book Written about Me

When I found “Sammy the Robot” from my previous blog, I also ran across another treasured relic that has been with me even longer. My gram was severely disabled by rheumatoid arthritis for my entire memory of her. Most of the time in my life, she was fairly homebound. But when I was a very little kid,…

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Writing Away…Since 1982

I remember discovering my love of writing when I was around thirteen. It’s galvanized in my memory, and when I think about it, I’m filled with the kind of warmth that can only accompany the discovery of something very special–like making a close life-long friend. And certainly something that has helped me write the stories…

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How WhirlyBall Triggered my Middle School Sports PTSD

As I’ve written before, sports has never been my thing. Team sports, especially. But as an adult, I did something to conquer that fear: I stopped playing them! It wasn’t until I was training at Second City that I learned the metaphor of team sports (situations where other people rely on you for success) in…

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Of New Beginnings

Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end. Christmas approached, skulking around dubiously then receded like I’d never experienced before. I was happy to see it go. I was thrilled to see 2016 end, and welcomed 2017 with open arms. There were a few factors involved, but one of them was the election result….

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Returning to Stars Hollow

I stumbled into the quaint New England town of Stars Hollow in the fall of 2000. After my friend Mark called me up and said there was a fast-talking, quick-witted new TV show on that he thought I would like. And he was right. I started tuning to “Gilmore Girls” every week and fell more…

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A Letter to the Gay-Loving Trump Voter

So, you voted for Trump. And you claim to love someone who is gay. Well, here’s why you may not be hearing from them as much. You see, your vote for Trump really says this to a gay person: “You’re less than I am. I deserve more rights than you. You are a sick aberration…

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Home Is Where the Dead Hookers Are

  My house never feels more like a home than when it’s brimming with people I love. Recently, my A-List (Retta, Kathy, Alan and Tina) had the opportunity to get together–for the first time in five years! And it was magical (as usual). I’ve written about this beloved motley crew before.They are–each one of them…

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The Birthday Tradition

I always approach the Creticos Cancer Center with great reverence. For all the caring work that is done there by the nurses and staff. And all the courage shown by the patients who are treated there, as well as their families. Though it’s now housed in a brand new state-of-the-art building across the hospital campus…

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Connecting Purpose to Loss

Why was I crying as I walked down the street, carrying a salad I’d picked up for lunch? No, not because I’m a moosh bag who sobs to any decently scored coffee commercial around the holidays. (Well, not only for that reason.) I was moved. A little closer to where I’m supposed to be. And I felt it…

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Called On Account of Rain

As I’ve written before, I love to go camping—partly for its own sake but partly (probably mostly) because it was something Ken introduced me to. I’m not a deep woods camper, but a give me a beautiful state park and some friends, and I’ll pack up all my camping gear and head out. In spite…

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