Monthly Archives: September 2011

A truly good book

One of my earliest memories is of my older sister reading Little Black Sambo which dates me since the book stopped being P.C. about the time we stopped taking a “black man by the toe” when we Eeny-meeny-miny-mo’ed.   It delighted me no end to think of … Continue reading

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Warning Signs

I particularly like Steve Martin in The Man with Two Brains.  It’s one of my favorite movies.  I like the part when Martin’s character (Dr. Hfuhruhurr) is considering marriage to Kathleen Turner’s gold-digging character and asks the portrait of his dead wife, “Will you … Continue reading

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The funny thing about daughters

There are a few things in my life that I can’t change even if I wanted to. I was born a daughter and I have a daughter who has a daughter.   I’ve spent the past few days celebrating that reality.  This was the … Continue reading

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Crossbow 01 (we’re a long way from 101)

I am a weapon illiterate.  I’ve never found the need to own a gun.  Given my impulsive nature, that decision might have protected the lives of loved ones when I was still drinking.  That’s probably not really true.  The only time I … Continue reading

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Following Threads

You never know where things will lead you when you started checking out your family background.  I have had a great time finding out which rumors were true and which ones were probably apocryphal.  Some things hit a dead-end and … Continue reading

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Mackerel snapping

I am a cradle Catholic and never heard of mackerel snappers while I was growing up.  It wasn’t til I started working construction and came back late from lunch because I’d gone to an Ash Wednesday service that I heard that term … Continue reading

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What I learned from the game of football

Football taught me about life.  That’s usually something said by an aging athlete or a high school senior at the end of year sports banquet.  Rarely is it implied by a fluffy greying grandmother whose football playing time was limited to a couple … Continue reading

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