Category Archives: growing up

Nothing else to do but read

Today JB and I went to the library. We haven’t been to the library in many, many years. We read a lot, but somehow have purchased all our reading materials from bookstores or online. When I was at work I would … Continue reading

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Boyhood

I won’t be adding much to all the praise that has been heaped upon Boyhood. Indeed, it is a remarkable film. A fictional film that feels like a documentary. It was filmed over a 12 year period so you actually see … Continue reading

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the Quidnunc

Years ago, 50 years ago to be exact, our next door neighbor handed my mother a copy of a novel he had written. the Quidnunc, as he titled it, weighs in at over 1184 pages, precisely three and a half pounds … Continue reading

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Ready. Aim. Fire.

In commemoration of my sister’s birthday, which is today, I am reposting a story I wrote a couple years ago of one of my favorite stories of her and her irreverent self.  When we were young, every Memorial Day our … Continue reading

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The Andrews Sisters and the twins

Patty Andrews, the last of the Andrews sisters, died today. She was almost 95. Their music is very familiar to all, swingy, jazzy, a personification of that era before I was born, the times my parents grew up in, the … Continue reading

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Fire and Ice: terminal yin/ yang

Surfing the web, I saw that it is Walt Disney’s birthday today. One of the most famous urban legends about him, of course, is the one that Disney was cryogenically frozen upon his death. Part of this legend had it … Continue reading

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“The Portrait” by Stanley Kunitz

My mother never forgave my father for killing himself, especially at such an awkward time and in a public park, that spring when I was waiting to be born. She locked his name in her deepest cabinet and would not … Continue reading

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