Daddy’s Girl

December 28, 2016

Donna and Daddy painting

A while back, as I sometimes do, I attended the meeting of a book club. They’d read “Deadly Ambition,” my political thriller. Some of them loved it, some of them liked it, and one woman said she didn’t buy it…part of the storyline, she meant. She thought the idea of Elaine, the secondary female in…

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November 30

November 30, 2016


This is a very important day in my life for two reasons. The first is that it’s my daughter’s birthday. Like most mothers,  I remember it vividly. At around four o’clock in the afternoon of the day before, a Thursday, I was changing the sheets. I picked up the corner of the mattress, and my…

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November 2, 2016

Clara looked over at me and saw that there were tears running down my cheeks. “What’s wrong, Maude?”  I shook my head. “Nothing is wrong, Clara. You and I just voted. It’s the first time in my life I felt like I mattered, that I had some say about what was going on. Things couldn’t…

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On Detroit

September 6, 2016


I’m from Detroit. Allow me to clarify…I’m from the East Side. Note the capital letters. Almost everyone from Detroit is from the East Side or the West Side. Very few of us crossed Woodward Avenue for more than a few hours at a time. I lived on Bellevue and St. Paul until I was about…

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Don’t Outswim Yourself

August 8, 2016


I won’t get much done today. Actually, I don’t expect to get much done for the next week. I was up several hours past my bedtime watching the Olympics. I’m going to be groggy all day. It’s a good thing for me that it only happens every four years. I’ll watch summer Olympics. I’ll watch…

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The Big Box

June 9, 2016


My daughter and I visited the new Ikea store last weekend. We arrived when it opened at ten a.m. and stumbled out three hours later. They have a restaurant that wafts out delicious aromas and posts a menu with unbelievable prices. We would have had lunch there before we left, but the lines were too…

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A Great Gift

March 19, 2016


The last time I saw my childhood friend, Verleen, she said, “New friends are silver, old friends are golden.” She was right. I just had a great visit with other childhood buddies, Shelby and her husband, Doug. We go back to the 7th grade at Foch Jr. High in Detroit, sixty years. I call her…

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February 23, 2016


I spent thirty-five years working at the Venice Little Theatre in an assortment of capacities: actor, seamstress, props. The costume Mistress, Joan Dillon, was one of the most gifted people I ever met. No, let me change that to the absolutely most gifted.  She was a great designer and outfitted actors down to their pantaloons…

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February 1, 2016


It takes a new mother a few weeks, but before long, she can tell by the tone of her baby’s voice what it needs. One cry might be, “I’m hungry.” A more insistent tone would tell her, “I need some cuddling—right now.” Next in urgency comes, “Something hurts.” A scream could say, “It hurts really…

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What is Home?

December 24, 2015

baby mel 2

In the early 1960’s my husband was a private in the Army. A few months before our baby was due, (back then you didn’t know if it would be a boy or a girl) he found us a two-room, basement apartment at 416 Vattier Street in Manhattan, Kansas. Manhattan is a lovely place. We made…

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