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Mom, Vin Scully, and Me

In 1958, my mother took me to see my first Major League Baseball game in the L.A. Coliseum. The Dodgers had just moved to Los Angeles from Brooklyn. We played the then New York Giants before they moved to San Francisco. I fell in love with the game, even though the...

Memories of Past March Madnesses

I sit here looking at my bracket chart, unable to begin the process of seeing how soon said bracket will be busted by a team I never considered. I've read what the bracketologists have said. None really know, since the games haven't been played yet. I love college...

Best Laid Plans…

I had planned to write the end-of-year blog post about what happened to me last year. Some of it might have been true; some of it might have been fantasy. Each time I sat to write, I found that, while my year had been good, it hadn't been all that memorable. I mean, I...

Lessons Learned–And Broken

Almost any writer can tell you that the moment she comes out as a "writer," she will drown in a deluge of conflicting advice. Most of this is unwanted, or at least not requested. Some of the "advice" I received included "always write about what you know." I can tell...
If Not Now

If Not Now

I'm likely to catch hell for this post, but I don't care. I've written passionately about rape, bullying, drug...

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