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MARCH 3, 2011 11:35AM

Lessons from My Five-Fingered Father

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My husband and I were on a 30th wedding anniversary trip to New Mexico last fall and I wanted a special keepsake from a Native American Indian Pueblo we were visiting.  The place was magical and mysterious. I had never experienced anything like it before.  I took photographsRead full post »

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FEBRUARY 9, 2011 12:58PM

My Not-So-Empty Nest

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Technically speaking, my nest has been empty for four years. Both children, a son and daughter are, as I write this, completing their last semesters as undergraduates. My son, the older of the two, has taken a bit longer to complete his college journey.… Read full post »

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DECEMBER 15, 2010 10:44AM

My Stoned-Out Christmas with Richard Nixon

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In our minds, it was an act of defiance: I’d put a joint in my purse. When my sister gave me the signal, we’d each say we had to go to the bathroom where we’d meet, light up and take a few quick hits… Read full post »

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NOVEMBER 23, 2010 3:44PM

TWAD, a Thanksgiving Fishing Story

 

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(Our tournament participants. My father is kneeling on the left)

Fish. That’s my family’s Thanksgiving tradition. Not as the centerpiece of the Thanksgiving meal, although I’m sure the thought crossed my father’s mind. A monster blue fish, head and tail… Read full post »

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OCTOBER 25, 2010 2:57PM

Good Scares

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            “Here comes one,” my friend whispers as we sit on the steps to my front porch Halloween night. She is speaking to my teenage son who is splayed out on the grass in front of us, his head hidden beneath an enormous… Read full post »

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OCTOBER 6, 2010 10:07AM

Me and JFK and the Cuban Missile Crisis

 

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             I was with President John F. Kennedy during the Cuban Missile Crisis in October 1962.

            The month had started out warm, as fall i/… Read full post »

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SEPTEMBER 7, 2010 3:13PM

Kissing the Classroom Blues Goodbye

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            I used to approach Labor Day with a mixture of excitement and trepidation. The holiday always marked the end of summer and the beginning of a new school year… Read full post »

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AUGUST 30, 2010 1:58PM

The Pine Needles in My Life

  Longleaf Pine Profile

I collect pine needles. I store them in the shed where they tumble off the wooden shelves onto the floor or bury the saws and paint brushes on the work bench. In the garage, plastic bins overflow with pine needles. A limb from a recently fallen tree is pushed… Read full post »

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AUGUST 13, 2010 3:01PM

I'm Taking My Little Red Wagon and Leaving -- For Good

  My Little Red Wagon

The day I quit my job I went to the garage, pulled out a trash can, two wheelbarrows, and a dozen or so rakes and shovels, until I could see it: my little red wagon.

            For years I had threatened. Every time I got mad or… Read full post »

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AUGUST 9, 2010 10:20AM

Revealing Photographs

  The Loneliest Job in the World

            My father was a news photographer. When he talked about his work he would say he didn’t take photographs. He made them. There’s a difference, he’d say.

       &nbsRead full post »

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JULY 8, 2010 4:24PM

How She Got There

I don’t think anyone else at our table noticed when the woman walked by the first time. She must have been heading to the restroom since there wasn’t anything else in that direction. Then suddenly she materialized like a hazy apparition, her layers of clothes hanging in great folds. A fad… Read full post »

            My father was a predictable man. He made pancakes every Saturday morning, walked through the back door every night at 6:30, and never passed up dessert. He was predictable in his habits but he was also predictably loud. My father&rsqu… Read full post »