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When Writing Your Obituary, Honesty Is The Best Policy…Honest-ish, Anyway
I’m going to die. Oh, don’t worry – it won’t be anytime soon, at least as far as I know. But someday, for sure. We’re all going to die. It’s one of those inconvenient truths that most of us don’t …...
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Heads You Win, Tails You Lose
* Oh, God! We’re slowing to a crawl. Look at those taillights, stretching ahead as far as the eye can see. Damn! I’m going to be late for work for SURE. And will my jerk-wad boss care that it is...
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What We Remember At The End
Two women slid into the pew directly in front of me as the church service started. The younger led her mother by the hand. The tiny, elderly woman was a bit unsteady on her feet, but her eyes were...
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How To Earn The Title: World’s Worst Mother-In-Law
About 25 years ago my mother-in-law, Virginia, and sister-in-law, Jane, asked me to go with them to a taping of a talk show then popular in Chicago, the Jenny Jones Show. We were put in a holding...
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Rocks Of Ages
It started with the death of someone I’d never met. I am a treasure seeker (aka pack-rat) and love going to auctions. If I’m at an estate auction, I pass the time constructing a biography of the...
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Magic Carpet Ride
How we view the end of life is a reflection of how we view life itself – it’s a question of perspective. Those of you who have been around here a while may recall that a couple of years ago … Continue...
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Dancing Through the Raindrops
Longfellow’s classic poem warns, “Into each life some rain must fall.” But how are we supposed to cope when life seems to be a never-ending series of gully-washers? A couple of months ago I took a...
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Yet Another Milestone I’d Rather Avoid
According to the saying, “A diamond is forever.” That’s why engagement rings have diamonds – they symbolize permanence. But I know a rock that makes a diamond look as fleeting as a Popsicle on a...
View ArticleMy Dad Had No Rhythm, Yet He Will Always Be Master Of The Dance
My Dad sired 9 children. He then topped that accomplishment by staying around, with our Mom, to raise every one of us. For that reason alone, he deserves to be Father of The Year. Not convinced? Here...
View ArticleMy Mother’s Hands
I have my mother’s hands. That’s not something I’ve ever taken as a compliment – no offense, Mom. Our hands are broad and short-fingered. A network of lines criss-crosses both palm and back. The...
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