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An Insane Devotion Mutti and Herr Finkham stooped low in the back room of Herr Finkham’s shop. The roar of broken glass was deafening. Shouts…
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It was sophomore year, Spring semester breaking as the frozen Winter campus melted into meadows of crocuses, colored deep blue and gold, the University’s colors.…
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When I was a young girl, hard-wired tight and oh so sensitive, I forced myself to look impenetrable, on the outside. So attuned to the…
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When it comes down to it, she hasn't kept anything. Not the china or the silverware, not the enormous flat-screen television she never wanted in…
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To be honest, I'd never even heard of the term "social isolation" until this whole virus took hold of all of our lives and everything…
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The dawn broke. The new boys crept from the mud. They scrambled to the barb wire. The met the men who had cycled through the…
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The dawn broke. The new boys crept from the mud. They scrambled to the barb wire. The met the men who had cycled through the…
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Nighttime is dreamtime. And since theater - live theater, with nothing in the space between actors and audience but space for enchantment - since theater…
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A Familiar Touch Mutti hurried to the train station, the scent of fish still on her clothes. She read the telegram again. “Son wounded. Tempelhof…
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I haven't written a lot about my teaching. But I remember standing in the middle of a classroom of some 24 young actors - yes…
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I hated early morning bookings. However, the money in doing radio/ T.V. voice-overs is good, and, if I could do enough chicken voices for L”Eggs…
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An Insane Devotion Mutti and Herr Finkham stooped low in the back room of Herr Finkham’s shop. The roar of broken glass was deafening. Shouts…
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I’ve lived in SF long enough to forget how it feels to walk out of a warm house and right into a 5:30 AM freezing…
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Isak Denisen had a farm in Africa. And Peter and I now have a house in Michigan. So…..since I’ve always felt like a city girl,…
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The next day, Mutti faced the men. “My husband has been deployed. His son volunteered for war.” Mutti paused her speech and looked around. She…
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It was sophomore year, Spring semester breaking as the frozen Winter campus melted into meadows of crocuses, colored deep blue and gold, the University’s colors.…
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When I was a young girl, hard-wired tight and oh so sensitive, I forced myself to look impenetrable, on the outside. So attuned to the…
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Bremerhaven was founded in 1827 as a seaport for Bremen. Bremerhaven expanded Bremen’s trading capacities and grew to become a major port for fishing and…
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