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Remembering Grams
My beloved grandma – Mary Alice – died last week. For those of you who follow my blog, you know that she was my sun, moon and stars: a wise-cracking, Florence Nightingale of a miracle savior. My universe and those of so many others will never be the same after her passing. The lights have…
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Hype or Hope? The 2006 Election Cycle
Late 60’s slain inspirer-in-chief, Bobby Kennedy, once said “one-fifth of the people are against everything all the time.” Watching the politico witch-hunt commercials of Election 2006, it seems like four-fifths might be more accurate. At a time when news from the Baghdad front is grim and the best that can be said from one of…
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Working on the Cheney Gang
I feel a real kinship to Dick Cheney; after all we both have cardiologists on speed-dial and he lives just three blocks away from my mold-infested subterranean dungeon of an unbelievably expensive mini-manse. While I can’t confess to seeing him at Max’s Glover Park Creamery, licking a mint chip cone with jimmies as Al Gore…
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Death Becomes Her
Scratch, scratch. I feel her hand soothingly on my back, in every corner of my life. Don your hat, wear your mittens, accept Jesus, treasure love, learn to iron, save room for desert, suck it up and move on my dear! Don’t be a slave, Lincoln freed them long ago! I hear her always. Grandma…
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We Interrupt This Broadcast…
This fine, sunny spring morning we must discuss a mort of notable proportions. Nay, it is not that of Ms. Schiavo who has been the unfortunate ticker reel fodder of every bonafide news org on the planet. Nor is it the impending demise of my favorite Popey since Pius IV in the 16th Century. The…
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All in the Family
I must confess to not buying into the uber-hype of boob tube reality shows. Call me crazy but watching my fellow man eat mummified worms while being suspended over a boiling lava pit or peeking at a washed up B-List covergirl from 1983 getting her fourth round of nipple lifts is not my idea of…
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Now You See It, Now You Don’t: Playing Russian Roulette
Standing at the Berlin Wall in the twilight of his second term, a defiant Ronald Reagan shouted for Soviet President Mikhail Gorbachev to “Seek liberalization..open this gate..tear down this wall.” With the crumbling of the wall in ’89, the subsequent pimping of its grafittied pieces in gift shops around the globe and the inevitable crumbling…
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RIP in Ramallah
The Israeli-Palestinian tug of war has long fascinated me…and not just because there’s always a new intifada book at Border’s, I dated half of the activist Jewish South or that the latest kibbutz security solutions always represent the utmost au courant in the architectural vanguard of barbed and dangerous. Every epic struggle needs a protagonist…
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I Don’t: Matrimonial Musings
Today, I muse about a surpising topic for me, the proverbial walk down the aisle. Go ahead, grab a cloth and dry your moist, sweaty palms. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not that I’ve abandoned my visceral hatred of those 500-pound bridal mags. Pictures of women with frosty hair, fake nails, poufy dresses, sequined tiaras…