I remember my sweet dad sharing bedtime stories he lovingly created while blissfully listening to the deep timber of his voice resonating as I lay upon his chest. With fuzzy hairs peeking out from his V-neck tee, his chest meant comfort and tenderness and fatherly love. As teenagers we had a range of ideas of […]
being the new girl in town… … was kind of a recurring theme; oft repeated and mostly neighborly. Why they practically rolled out the red carpet for me at my first apartment on East End Avenue in Chicago’s South Shore neighborhood! “So I was told.” It must be confessed that I don’t remember much about
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Aaaaand… quadruple turn into an aerial then prep to whip thirty-two fouette turns into a side-straddle leap step kick your face slide into the splits then stand on your head and spin. 5-6-7-8 GO! Holy flexibility. I’m dizzy. Ouch. while back in my day Were you a dancer who could sing-ish, a singer who could dance-ish,
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Back in 1972, when I was a college freshman minoring in dance, my aha moment revealed itself when my need to wear a leotard all-day-every-day was nixed by my Quantitative Reasoning, Natural Sciences and Spanish professors. That being the case, I had no choice but to take another course of action by transferring to a
My day began just like the one before. And the one before that. And yup the one before that. Hermetically sealed, insulated, safeguarded – that’s me! Being tucked away, all those viral spritzings are unable to reach me. I feel impenetrable. However, unlike the day before and the days before that AND the WEEKS before
(okay, OK…MY mind needs to know) I one hundred per cent believed in the Easter Bunny. With that in mind, I came to expect that a basketful of goodies would be left on the hearth of our fireplace come Easter Sunday. According to me, the EB evidently entered ones home by way of the chimney.
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So my husband did a thing. A rather BIG thing. A thing where a surgeon opened up his chest, reached INSIDE with his surgeon hand and stopped his heart. A thing where two arteries and one vein were grafted to the “still” heart. It was not a fun thing, but a necessary thing and an
Those of us having accumulated some advanced mileage are often asked, “what advice would you give your younger self?” The following words of wisdom, when mulling over the past, are what one would expect: All of value, ALL helpful, ALL emboldening. However, ALL things considered, I am ready to share my WORDLY WORDS OF WISDOM…
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I have a backlog of random content that freely wanders into my head. And since I have taken measures to share all kinds of particulars about my life … perhaps over-sharing … why stop now? What else do I have to do? So, no time for an about-face – I am here to continue spilling
I began this foray into writing as my self-prescribed therapeutic escape. Little did I know it would prove to be a much needed respite for me throughout the previous years’ absurdity. It provided fodder for some unfortunate ranting, some unexpected raves and some lovely recollections. It was a sucky year. And that’s the way the
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