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    laugh & the world laughs with you

    I was sad to read this week, that, in the end, it was leukemia that took Nora Ephron from us, cancer she had kept private in a world that already knew many of the intimate details of Nora’s aging neck, her dry skin, her small breasts about which she wrote in A Few Words About Breasts, the contents of her…

  • Memoir

    planting pink

    Lawn-mowers and leaf-blowers strike up their tune much earlier in the mornings now that summer has arrived in the desert southwest. By the time I left for work on Monday, I noticed, with the same kind of resignation triple-digit temperatures bring every year, that our flower beds were empty, the freshly mown grass less green, and, where just weeks before…

  • Memoir

    “he not busy being born is busy dying”

    “I read the news today, oh boy . . .” and prompted by Marie’s questions: who are cancer survivors and is it really necessary to celebrate survivorship on the first Sunday of June, I began yet another interminable trek through the unfiltered Internet. I found no answers for Marie. Just more questions. Admittedly, before today, I was completely unaware that…