Monthly Archives: July 2013

“French Movie” by David Lehman

I was in a French movie and had only nine hours to live and I knew it not because I planned to take my life or swallowed a lethal but slow-working potion meant for a juror in a mob-related murder … Continue reading

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Unveilings

In Toledo this last Sunday was my aunt’s unveiling, a Jewish tradition honoring the deceased one year after their death. A piece of cloth covers the headstone and after a short grave site service, the gauze is torn from the … Continue reading

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Writing is relationship

Every summer I serve as one of the judges for a writing competition sponsored by a local civic organization. This year I have read 86 entries and am given a rubric to apply as I evaluate the submissions. Each year, … Continue reading

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Off-duty sparrows

We filled the bird feeder— finally. It took a couple of days but now we have become sparrow central. The birds line up on the wires in our backyard, on the tomato towers and the lamp post and swoop to … Continue reading

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Sengan-en

With IB in Japan for a few weeks, thinking about our own excursion there a year and a half ago. These pictures are from Sengan-en, the gardens and villa of the last samurai, Saigo Takamori (1828-1877), in Kagoshima.

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King Spa– surreal adventure

I’m really not quite sure how to describe it. It’s a little tacky, a little Las Vegas, the Disneyland of Spadom (as a friend of mine describes it), but at the same time an idyllic paradise. King Spa in Niles … Continue reading

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“What the Living Do” by Marie Howe

Johnny, the kitchen sink has been clogged for days, some utensil probably fell down there. And the Drano won’t work but smells dangerous, and the crusty dishes have piled up waiting for the plumber I still haven’t called. This is … Continue reading

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