Tag Archives: change

Lulu’s is closed

Lulu’s is closed. I remember when they first opened just a block away from their present site. IB was just 5 or 6 years old and would often run around the floor when we would go there to eat. Our … Continue reading

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Two paintings were saved…

…from Taco Diablo, Evanston IL, where my son had a job as a bartender until today, about 2:30am this morning. ————————————————————————————————— (edited) from Taco Diablo December 31, 2013 We are in a state of shock, it’s very surreal and has left us … Continue reading

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Steep, strain, infuse

We were in Chinatown a few days ago and wandering into a tea and gift shop I was amazed at how empowered I felt by the potential for cure for any ill that could befall me or any of my … Continue reading

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This used to be a Borders…

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Back to the Future

This is nostalgia gone viral. These images are everywhere on the net, but maintain their power touching some archetypal spot, deep down, that is compellingly engaging and haunting, connecting us to those most human issues of time and aging, impending death, … Continue reading

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How a human being can change

This is how a human being can change: there’s a worm addicted to eating grape leaves. xxxxxSuddenly, he wakes up, call it grace, whatever, something wakes him, and he’s no longer a worm. xxxxxHe’s the entire vineyard, and the orchard too, … Continue reading

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Otherwise by Jane Kenyon

I got out of bed on two strong legs. It might have been otherwise. I ate cereal, sweet milk, ripe, flawless peach. It might have been otherwise. I took the dog uphill to the birch wood. All morning I did … Continue reading

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I stayed firmly planted in line

I am getting on Amtrak today to go to Ann Arbor to visit my sister. We’re all in a very long line which twists around the waiting room and out into the hallway and beyond. A tall burly guy in … Continue reading

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