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Okay, I feel like an absolute fool for writing, “Let’s Make 2020 Unresolute,” I mean really, could any year be more unresolute? All I can say is hangnails seem much less annoying and never did I ever think I’d feel sorry for travel agents? That’s all I got. Alex Hagan says “for all the talk […]

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Do You See What I See “Winter collapsed on us this year,” says Emily Fridlund, leaving us exhausted, spent, and on our knees. Here we are on the brink of the winter solstice, the height of a worldwide pandemic, and praise be to God the end of 2020. Historically this time of year people celebrate […]

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Is change really possible or is that just an oxymoron? The older I get the more I doubt my ability to significantly alter or even modify my inherently stubborn nature. Isn’t that the most cynical thing you’ve ever heard? What’s wrong with me? I know John Lennon died forty years ago, but it’s December, the […]

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I thought I would know, instinctively, innately, an inkling would prickle the back of my neck, send shock waves down the length of my spine, but that didn’t happen. I remained blissfully unaware, until I was regrettably informed, dangling from the hands of a clock by my fingernails. There were insignificant chores to be done, […]

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“Mi rifiuto di vivere una vita senza di me.” I think we’re all feeling like our lives have been turned upside down and put through the wringer, the minutes tic by at an anguishing pace, and at times I feel isolated from my own life. The one I made assumptions about, took for granted, compartmentalized […]

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This is not one of my proudest moments, but I’m willing to humble myself, and share the whole sordid tale for the sake of entertainment. You’re welcome. I’m thinking we could use a break from all the seriousness that surrounds us. The day began with the predictability of a pandemic, you know what I mean, […]

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The smudged living room window is in desperate need of cleaning, but I ignore that and squint through a haze of thick smoke at a seemingly endless expanse of blue. I can not see a hint of my beloved mountain which I know lies just beyond the fog, my hand restlessly reaching for my iPhone, […]

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It’s Back to School Night tonight at Notre Dame, and even though we’re doing it remote, I’m thinking about my overgrown hair, dull teeth, the smudges on my glasses, an appropriate background, my speech, and the fact that I can do this barefoot and no one will know. I escaped to the lake house this […]

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The phone rings. It’s a face-time call from my daughter Julie. As I slide my finger over the pulsating arrow, a broken angel comes into view. I say, “oh no, did this one end up in a squabble too?” “Mom, are you attached to this angel?” It’s been living on my mantle for about twenty […]