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Last night I saw the spectacular, athletic, precise, and joyful Alvin Ailey American Dance Theater at the Detroit Opera House. On the way in, I marveled, as always, at the looming ruins in Detroit – burned out and boarded up homes adjacent to the freeway, the Amtrak building, tall and empty. The desolation makes me…
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Make new friends, but keep the old, one is silver and the other’s gold…. So this week I’m grateful for old friends, the friendships that grow deeper with time and don’t seem to suffer from neglect or distance. for Dina in New Jersey (pictured with me outside her parents home in Ohio in 1992, friend…
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Last night we were looking for a Shakespeare sonnet at dinner, so I pulled down The Globe Illustrated Shakespeare: The Complete Works, Annotated from the shelf and opened it to discover this inscription “To my darling Deedee, Xmas ’87. The greatest author in the English language! From the greatest Dad.” I’m Deedee, my dad has…
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I very much enjoyed today’s Winter Photography Class at Matthaei. It was taught by Mark O’Brien. We had a little bit of instruction and then all went out and wandered together in the winter woods, playing with exposure, watching our batteries drain exceptionally fast, shivering a bit, and having fun. At the end of the…
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This past week my husband was overseas on business. He’s back now, I’m grateful for his safe return and the chocolate he brought, of course, but I’m also grateful for the time apart. A Sailor’s Suitcase, originally uploaded by Bob AuBuchon. I am grateful for the little pleasures of having the house to myself: sleeping…
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So, last week I hit the wall. After standup on Thursday, I paced around the office, feeling my face get red, feeling angry, frustrated, and near tears. I didn’t want anyone to notice this, so I grabbed my coat and stormed around the streets of downtown Ann Arbor until the cold air, the exercise, and…