Growing up in a neighborhood in Detroit full of kids, Halloween was a big deal. My dad would carve the pumpkin in the scrub sink in the basement. We also lived a few blocks from two large cemeteries, so it really was spooky. We ran in packs from house to house, holding our breath. Houses…
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Suprise Me
Costumes to Keep
Prompted By Halloween
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Growing up in a neighborhood in Detroit full of kids, Halloween was a big deal. My dad would carve the pumpkin in the scrub sink in the basement. We also lived a few blocks from two large cemeteries, so it really was spooky. We ran in packs from house to house, holding our breath. Houses…
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A Glass Menagerie from the Five and Dime
Prompted By Shopping: Then and Now
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A Glass Menagerie from The Five and Dime When I was a kid there were two stores In my Bronx neighborhood we called the “five-and-dimes”. One was Woolworth which of course was a national chain, and the other was Fishers which I think was just a local store. Yet to my child’s sensibility they were…
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Burning Down the House
Prompted By Quick Take: New Movies
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As you can see from the movie poster above, the name of the movie I am writing about is Knock Down the House, but I kept thinking that the 1983 song by the Talking Heads, Burning Down the House, would have made a better title. Maybe the filmmakers wanted to call it that, but the…
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A Wise Woman Once Said…
Prompted By Letter to My Younger Self
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If it’s not good for you, use moderation; if it is, run with it.
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Posing in 3-D
Prompted By My First Paycheck
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The Brandeis Theatre Department hired a new scenic painter in 1973. In addition to painting all the backdrops, he also taught a life drawing course and advertised for models. I had done a little modeling during my time at Brandeis, but nothing note-worthy. This was a real class, taught by a master, so I signed…
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The Four Things I Told My Mother in Hospice
Prompted By Forgiveness
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The last person to know me from moment one was reaching the end. What did she want to hear from me? What did I want to say to her?
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Chicago Stories
Prompted By Road Rage
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I have never personally experienced road rage. I tend to steer clear of drivers who seem to be in too much of a hurry, or are weaving in and out of traffic. I give them wide berth and get away as quickly as I can. Therefore, I will tell two stories from friends during my…
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Science: a future retrospective
Prompted By Science
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Then, the ecstatic carnival of scientific exploration halted. But why?
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Broken Chain
Prompted By Chain Letters
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I didn't have a lot of friends in middle school, so I might have run out of friends to target for passing the letters along.
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Doctors and patients: the body politic.