May 25 2013
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A Moving Story II

Everything is Up in the Air

It’s been two weeks since I’ve posted on my blog. It’s making me anxious, one more ticking clock, the others I’m unable to locate since my home is in chaos as I prepare for my move next weekend. My life is like the children’s game, or more precisely the prank, 52 Card Pickup. Everything is up in the air, in disarray, including the organization of my mind, a virtual house of cards, as I teeter on the brink of collapsing emotionally and physically. I’m reminded how much I depend upon my daily compulsive behaviors to keep me anchored and how they prevent me from metaphorically floating or wandering away. Continue reading →

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May 11 2013
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A Grateful Daughter

Every year when Mother’s Day approaches, I think about all the things I want to tell my mother, all the many ways I’m grateful to be her daughter. Most years I find one or two things to share with her, as I sit with her and hold her hand, I share a story about what it means to me to be her daughter.  Continue reading →

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May 04 2013
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First Friend

Today is my sister Roz’s birthday. Every year, when we’d talk on the phone or see each other on her birthday, I’d comment that we could always count on a beautiful day. As I write, the grey clouds are receding, revealing blue sky and the promise of a pleasant spring day.  Continue reading →

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Apr 26 2013
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My Butch Girlfriends

First, one of my ex-girlfriends is visiting Madison in a couple of weeks and we’re going to get together for dinner. We haven’t seen each other for probably over twenty years. I’m looking forward to her visit for a number of reasons, including seeing how time has changed us and how we might remain the same. My recent post, The Ties that Bind explored who in our lives help make up a family, and how friendships bind us together and to our personal history. Continue reading →

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Apr 21 2013
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The Ties That Bind

 “As long as the ties that bind us together are stronger than those that would tear us apart, all will be well.”    

Today’s post is part film review, memoir and musing about the ties that bind us and explores the question of who makes up a family and how a family is made, nurtured, and maintained. Continue reading →

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Apr 13 2013
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Mad Meme II

As I wrote in my previous post, I love movies. Friends are always surprised that on a beautiful, sunny, spring or summer weekend I will spend a couple of hours in the middle of the afternoon watching a matinee in a darkened theater. For me that’s where the magic happens. Last night, as I was waiting in line to see a film, one of my fellow film-goers commented about our weather this week, “At least the weather is lousy, it’s perfect film festival weather.” Continue reading →

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Apr 06 2013
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Mad Meme

Today’s post is full of mixed metaphors and mad memes about life, death, a love letter to the movies, a sad farewell to one of its most passionate critics, and a hello and cheers to the New Year’s celebration happening on the Season 6 premiere of “Mad Men” tomorrow night. Continue reading →

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Mar 31 2013
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Poop Eggs & Lamb Cakes

Like most holidays I celebrated as a child, Easter was a hybrid of religious traditions, the social culture from the generation in which I grew up, and our own ethnic and family rituals, which we repeated in some familiar fashion every year. Continue reading →

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Mar 26 2013
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A Moving Story

Five years ago when my relationship of 15 years ended, and we first discussed our separation plans, I couldn’t imagine in those initial few moments how I would ever be able to tackle the job of finding a new place to live, pack up many years worth of accumulated material goods, and land on my feet again, physically, emotionally, financially and spiritually. Continue reading →

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Mar 21 2013
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Color Bind

This post is in response to a writing prompt from the LGBTQ Narratives Activist-Writers group. The prompt: When did we first become aware of our own race?

Some background: My story takes place in 1955 in Racine, an industrial community in Southeastern Wisconsin. Continue reading →

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