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Am I gonna throw up? I wondered. How much extra will that cost? I thought. And that was just on the cab ride to O’hare to begin my first solo trip to someplace I’d never been before. And it wasn’t the last time those two thoughts occurred to me. I’m not much of a traveler….

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Meeting an Old Friend…for the First Time

Terri Wingham is easily one of the most impressive people I have ever met. A cancer survivor, a lioness–both gentle and fierce, and a visionary, Terri’s life mission has become to help people living with cancer, survivors and caregivers. I wrote about her non-profit, A Fresh Chapter, in a previous blog and had the pleasure of…

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The Quiet Day

This June 1 isn’t particularly sad for me…the last few haven’t been, per se. They are thoughtful days. And they are quiet days–meaning, aside from work I’m not overly communicative. Certainly, Ken is on my mind–and on the mind of so many of those who loved him. But, it’s a day when I think about…well,…

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Widower No More

There was a time when I never thought I’d be doing what I was doing. Ever. But it was happening, and I didn’t have any emotional reaction to it. It was time. Five-and-half years later, I’d reached a new place in my life. As I packed up the remaining photos of my late husband, Ken,…

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That Time Gram had a Book Written about Me

When I found “Sammy the Robot” from my previous blog, I also ran across another treasured relic that has been with me even longer. My gram was severely disabled by rheumatoid arthritis for my entire memory of her. Most of the time in my life, she was fairly homebound. But when I was a very little kid,…

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Writing Away…Since 1982

I remember discovering my love of writing when I was around thirteen. It’s galvanized in my memory, and when I think about it, I’m filled with the kind of warmth that can only accompany the discovery of something very special–like making a close life-long friend. And certainly something that has helped me write the stories…

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How WhirlyBall Triggered my Middle School Sports PTSD

As I’ve written before, sports has never been my thing. Team sports, especially. But as an adult, I did something to conquer that fear: I stopped playing them! It wasn’t until I was training at Second City that I learned the metaphor of team sports (situations where other people rely on you for success) in…

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Of New Beginnings

Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end. Christmas approached, skulking around dubiously then receded like I’d never experienced before. I was happy to see it go. I was thrilled to see 2016 end, and welcomed 2017 with open arms. There were a few factors involved, but one of them was the election result….

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Returning to Stars Hollow

I stumbled into the quaint New England town of Stars Hollow in the fall of 2000. After my friend Mark called me up and said there was a fast-talking, quick-witted new TV show on that he thought I would like. And he was right. I started tuning to “Gilmore Girls” every week and fell more…

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A Letter to the Gay-Loving Trump Voter

So, you voted for Trump. And you claim to love someone who is gay. Well, here’s why you may not be hearing from them as much. You see, your vote for Trump really says this to a gay person: “You’re less than I am. I deserve more rights than you. You are a sick aberration…

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