Hope In Brooklyn

Hope In Brooklyn

One Year Ago – 2020 On our final night in Brooklyn a year ago, my husband and I took a walk on Court Street.  We headed through Boerum Hill, Cobble Hill and Carroll Gardens to our favorite pizza joint.  It was grey and rainy.  A fine mist fell over everything as...
Four Connections Close to My Heart

Four Connections Close to My Heart

Connecting Through Cleaning My Grandma Alta and I connected through cleaning. She was a tall, thin woman whose Norwegian ancestors had made a place for themselves toiling in the fields of eastern Nebraska. She lived in Omaha in a small, eternally neat apartment when I...
“It’s a Free Country”

“It’s a Free Country”

Kate, their dog and MaryEllen, Kate’s best friend “It’s a Free Country”  We were a Lutheran family although my mother was raised Catholic. She became a Lutheran later in life. It may have had something to do with the fact that we lived across...
Being Totally Completely Present

Being Totally Completely Present

As the saying goes, what happens in acting class stays in acting class Yes, it is true. You share things with fellow actors in an acting class that your nearest and dearest family members may not even know. In a great class, like that of the brilliant Gordon Hunt, you...
West Point Dedication

West Point Dedication

My elder son went to the United States Military Academy, commonly known as West Point. Parents were invited for grand occasions and ceremonies. But one November during his second year at West Point, I had a business trip to Manhattan and decided to visit him during a...
What Is Our Purpose?

What Is Our Purpose?

What do we do? What do we do when the problems of the world, of America, of our city, our street, tear at our hearts and our souls, waking us up in the middle of the night and appearing before our eyes and our ears in a constant drumbeat? What questions should we be...
How Our Idea of Beauty Can Change

How Our Idea of Beauty Can Change

It never failed. Whenever my Grandma Bernice saw my cousin Susan she would gather Susan into her arms and pat her hair. “Look at these beautiful curls and ringlets. Like tiny sausages.” Susan would climb on to her lap. My Grandmother would play with her curls while...
The Possibilities in the Moment

The Possibilities in the Moment

All of our lives have shifted in ways we could never have foreseen even four weeks ago. From the most monumental to the smallest detail the manner in which we measure our lives will be forever changed. The things we crave as human beings; touch, the gatherings to...
Three Different Acts Of Love

Three Different Acts Of Love

Acts of Love: Every Morning, Without Fail My Mother woke up at 4AM to get to work every day. She was supervisor of the kitchen at Nebraska Methodist Hospital in Omaha.  She was in charge of getting breakfast and lunch trays to every patient.  She managed dietitians...
Moments of Creativity

Moments of Creativity

Creating a Ripple Effect I come from a blue-collar family in Omaha Nebraska. My father hung drywall for a living and I doubt seriously whether he ever entered an art gallery. He did not wear a beret, frequent coffee houses or discuss Proust. He was not a perfect man...

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