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“I See You’ve Made a New Friend” & Other Memories of a Boy Gone too Soon

These are the things I remember about the Gone Boy. Hazel eyes. Slippery black hair. Fluidity of motion. Chipped front teeth. Velvety skin. A goofy laugh. A whipsmart brain. He seemed indestructibly alive. I suppose his death was the first that made me realize how permeable the layer is between life and death, but it didn’t help me understand how to feel about it.

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Feeling Blue On Valentine’s Day

Today is a blue day for no particular reason. My children are thriving. My marriage is solid. We have money in the bank and a roof over our heads. I have the privilege of defining what I’ll do each day.

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People Who Do the Dangerous Things That Need to be Done: Tim Hetherington

I’ve just finished watching a must-see documentary currently playing on HBO by famed war correspondent and filmmaker, Sebastian Junger (War, The Perfect Storm, Restrepo) called Which Way Is The Front Line From Here: the Life and Time of Tim Hetherington. Hetherington was

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A Few Things From My Life

Here are a few things from my life. Thank you everyone for all your kind, well-wishes for my grandmother’s memorial service. It was so lovely all the words spoken that day were a testament to my grandma’s particular love. Here

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A Letter To One Of My Greatest Loves

Tomorrow I’m attending my 99-year old grandma’s memorial service in Santa Barbara. She is one of my greatest loves, so I decided to repost my love letter to her: My grandma Ellen turned 99 today, July 2nd 2012. She was

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Dark Night Of the Soul: Lost Friend

My friend Ion’s memorial service is on Saturday. It’s going to be at a lifeguard tower in Santa Monica where he worked and saved lives for years. I miss him today. I keep seeing flashes of moments between us from

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When Someone Dies Too Young

I was working in my outdoor office last Thursday in the 90-degree heat when my cell phone rang. I didn’t recognize the phone number, but I wanted to escape my writing duties for the moment and answered.  A young woman’s

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When Caregivers Strike

“We’re born in diapers and we die in diapers,” infamous words from my cowboy grandpa Rusty as my mom, aunt, grandma and I hovered over his deathbed. “You four look like a buncha buzzards waitin’ to finish me off.  Come

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My 99-Year Old Grandma Saved My Life

My grandma Ellen turned 99 today. She was born in Wakeeny, Kansas, Trego County, July 2, 1913. We celebrated with wine and cake. I lay in bed with her last night holding her birdlike, blue-veined, sun-spotted hand, the one that

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The Celebration of a Life

On Saturday my mom had a celebration at her home for her passionate, intelligent, macho, intrepid, intractable, loving, Rennaisance-Man-of-a husband Guido who passed away last September. My mom couldn’t face a memorial until now.  Among his vast array of talents

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Love Is All That Matters

Wednesday Epiphany: Love Is All That Matters My father-in-law passed away Sunday night. He’d been a young stage actor in New York. He’d been one of the original writers on Captain Kangaroo. He’d won a television Emmy for his work

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Requiem For a Heavyweight

September 16th at 9 a.m. my stepfather Guido (yes, Guido, will all the ardor for life that implies) passed away due to the repercussions of a stroke he had six-and-a half years ago. He was my mom’s fourth husband and

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Daring to Love

Here’s the problem with ice cream. You mean to eat it slowly so that your eating pleasure is in direct inverse proportion to ice cream’s legion, fat-propagating calories. But ice cream melts. You can’t eat it slowly unless you’re living

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