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A Life in So Many Words
Dance Leaping into the air, gliding, soaring, feeling the rush of wind on your face then back down again where your intricate steps are noiseless, never sounding then around and around you pirouette, you can’t stop, your feet are in constant motion, you get hotter and hotter, the stage lights become unbearable then…
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Saturdays with Billie
Starting when I was very young, I remember visiting the home of my grandfather’s new wife. She was another Cleveland artist and her name was Dorothy Turobinski. Her medium was weaving and Billie Grauer moved in with her in 1964. At 4200 square feet, it was the biggest house I had ever been in as…
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A Crowning Touch
It will be two years this Sunday, September 8th, since Queen Elizabeth II died at the extraordinary age of 96. My own mother, Gretchen, had passed in late July that same year, just missing her 92nd birthday. They died exactly six weeks apart. They were laid to rest a week apart. As with many families,…
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Mining Memories
After taking a fairly immersive writing class this summer, which ended August 4th, I was eagerly expecting some good news from my Libby app. On June 13th, I had signed up for Eruption, the last book by Michael Crichton. Who doesn’t enjoy this bestselling author who mixes adventure, science, medicine and technology with a good…
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Fire and Water
Over the weekend, I finally had some time to listen to an unusual tape cassette. Actually, I should rewind here because I needed to buy a tape cassette player in order to listen to it. Luckily, given my advanced age, I was familiar with cassette tapes and recorders and their various functions. I was an…
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A Lucky Girl
Mom used to clean her paintbrushes with the heavy-duty solvent turpentine. The truth, however, was that she wasn’t painting much anymore in her small art studio upstairs. With Heidi, age six, and myself at age two (almost three) and a husband with dependence issues, she just didn’t have time. So, it made sense that the…
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The Power of Imprinting
Back in the mid-1990’s, I remember shopping one day in a Best Buy. There were rows of boxes lined all the way down the aisle; stacked on slanted display shelves for easy title viewing. Each box held a compact disc; a disc which might become the perfect game for our shiny new computer. “Should I…
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In a Flash
It’s been over a week now, and I am still singing that song. I both want to and don’t want to, if that’s possible. I think it thinks it has found me and has a job to do. My memory banks are encouraging it to stick around. It started on a Sunday morning. I turned…
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The AI Chronicles
I was scrolling through the Word Press Reader a few days ago (a compilation of blogs I follow) and I spotted a photo which didn’t quite look real. Curious, I opened the post titled “My Parents at My Age” by Robert James. It was a thoughtful piece about where the author’s parents’ lives were at,…
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The Art Lesson
In August 1930, my mother’s life began with this birth announcement in a local Cleveland paper: “Grauers Take Up Sculpture” “Word comes from Maternity Hospital that Natalie E. and William C. Grauer have collaborated on a sculptural master piece, their first. It has been entitled Gretchen. It is modernistic to be sure; pleasantly stylized and…
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