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The Last Choice

“Blake and Du –“ I stopped, took a breath, tried again. “Blake! Do you want some food?” Big Blake, our muscular English Labrador, bounded down the stairs to breakfast. As he did, I realized once again how hard this was … Continue reading

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Labor of Love

For some people, Labor Day means the end of summer. Or the start of fantasy football. Or maybe even, heaven forbid, a chance to think about labor unions. For me, it means turning into a financial archaeologist. If Indiana Jones … Continue reading

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Coming of Age

This year, as Heather likes to put it, our marriage is old enough to vote. Or to smoke. Or even to get married itself. Yes, it’s been 18 years since Heather and I stood in a friend’s garden and said … Continue reading

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Exit, Left

There’s been a Marian-sized hole in my heart this week. Those of you who read this paper regularly understand. Not long ago, the Longmont Theatre Company lost one of its stalwarts, Marian Bennett. On and offstage, she touched more lives … Continue reading

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To Cap it Off

Down in the basement, Heather searched for yarn. And if that doesn’t frighten you, it should. Some people, I’m sure, must have basements that practically sparkle, ones that could be rented out as living space or wow the judges on … Continue reading

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Inner Space

I’ll admit it. Cleaning our closets can be a bit of an adventure. It’s like an archaeological dig with clothing mixed in, where anything can pop up and often does. Forgotten games. Battered sneakers. Barely-legible notebooks that detail either the … Continue reading

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A Time to Remember

Missy’s been down lately. Nothing unusual in that, of course. We’ve all been there. To parody the old title, Even Disabled Women Get the Blues, and Missy has occasionally had her own reasons to need a little comfort. Sometimes it’s … Continue reading

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This New Guitar

I twisted the peg, checked the tone. Way too low. “Other direction, Rochat,” I muttered as I begin to reverse the tuning on the guitar. Better … better … perfect. I smiled. Only 70 zillion steps to go. Music’s never … Continue reading

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The Second Thought

On the night before Sept. 11, I wondered what to write. In retrospect, that was an unusual feeling. Most years, the choice would have been automatic. My first ever 9/11 column, “The Last to Know,” ran the day after the … Continue reading

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Lifestyles of the Miss and Famous

As we made our way through the crowded downtown, Missy’s face lit up. She quickly waved, calling to a stranger in the crowd. “Hi!” Did I say stranger? In moments, the excited woman had seen us, returned the wave, and … Continue reading

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