On Detroit

September 6, 2016

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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

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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

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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

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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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A LESSON LEARNED FROM JOAN

February 23, 2016

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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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MY BABY’S VOICE

February 1, 2016

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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

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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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MY CHRISTMAS BLOG

November 23, 2015

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  Luke 4:10 | For it is written, He shall give his angels charge over thee, to keep thee: In all honesty, it didn’t happen at Christmas. It was February, 1963. My daughter Melanie was three months old. My husband Lonnie was stationed at Ft. Riley, Kansas, and we had a basement apartment in the college town…

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The Dreaded Programmable Thermostat

November 6, 2015

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If it weren’t for my electric throw, I’d probably freeze to death tonight. In an ironic twist, it’s warmer in New York than it is here in Vegas. The expected low tonight is in the forties. “Not freezing,” you say? I know it’s not freezing for most folks, but I spent almost forty years in…

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IT’S A DISASTER

October 28, 2015

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I don’t sew much anymore…the old eyes are making it difficult for the small hand work and things like threading needles. Since moving, I wanted to freshen up some patio furniture. I thought about buying new, but—HOLY SMOKES!!!—have you seen the prices on that stuff? So I picked apart one of the old covers to…

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