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Wave if You Love Me

The children shuffle in, although to call them children is a stretch.  Most of them are aged 21 or 22, therefore majority age, therefore adults.  Some are 23 or 24 – there have been interruptions in their schooling, they have … Continue reading

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So I’m…..

I’ve always had sly fondness for “so.”  As a social starter, it used to go something like this: “So,” the best friend might say with twinkling eyes, “what happened last night?” The gossip wags, “So…guess I saw together in the … Continue reading

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The Mafia Dons & Culture

  Florence still feels handworked, like burnished gold, and an astonishment of deeply human masterpieces.  The jewel box is also beset, overrun by tourists, but who can blame them – we dropped in, mother-daughter duo, for a quick day and … Continue reading

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Lost in Celebration

LUFT Fourth of July In the aimless wind,              tree tops luft… Luft!  How brilliantly the poet conjures the circular motion — rudderless! – of old trees shifting, hapless sails billowing. Trapped under a humid … Continue reading

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January 20, 2017

January 20 Something is happening back in Washington, though we are 40,000 feet above the Mediterranean. We are rising high, the scalloped edge of the Holy Land a mere hem below, through unraveling skeins of clouds, the hush unearthly. It … Continue reading

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The Strange Way History Stares

History has a sly way of looking at us.  It inhabits another body – a work of art, ancient walls and cobblestones, even a person – and stares, hoping that we’ll notice.  It’s not that history is jealous of the … Continue reading

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The ART of the HOAX

  “So the secret of the stock market…” my father began.  Was I interested?  I was an introverted, 12-year-old would-be artist, and he a savvy person of the world, small businessman and maverick. Maybe I yawned, but who wouldn’t be … Continue reading

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