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Dispatch from the Diaspora, Feminism, Love, Meg Ryan, Milestones, Nora Ephron, Online dating, Relationships, Rob Reiner, Social Media, When Harry Met Sally, You've Got Mail
match point ~ seeking romance & mr. right
“If it isn’t too forward, would you like to meet?” Why not? Why not meet the tall stranger who says he’s slender and likes Bob Dylan and will open doors for me? Why not? Between the time I met my husband and the time he died twenty four years later, the search for romance and Mr. Right had moved online, a perfect…
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a magic world – remembering lou reed
They say you die three times. First when your heart stops. Second is when you’re buried or cremated. And third is the last time someone says your name. Laurie Anderson, 30th Annual Rock and Roll Hall of Fame Lou Reed. I’m reminded of a moment on the day he died when I noticed my daughter’s fingers catch the sun…
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Sexual Harassment, Harvey Weinstein, & Calling our Shots
It shouldn’t take the Harvey Weinstein story and the ever-growing list of allegations against him to purge forever those predators and perverts and power-crazed men from Hollywood or Washington DC or my hometown in Northern Ireland – but perhaps it will. Such men are around every corner – on Wall Street and Main Street, in the White House and the schoolhouse,…
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A Sense of Wonder, Aging, Barmbrack, Belfast, Best friends, Dispatch from the Diaspora, Good Vibrations, Hyndford Street, In the Days Before Rock n' Roll, Irish culture, Little Feat, Madame George, Memoir, Milestones, Music, Norn Iron Soul Food, Northern Ireland, Paris Buns, pop culture, Pop Music, Pop-in Records, Record Shops, Rites of passage, Rituals, Seamus Heaney, Snowball, Soundtracks of our Lives, Terri Hooley, Themes of childhood, Van Morrison, Vinyl Records, WagonWheel, When the Healing Has Begun
Caught up One More Time . . . on Cyprus Avenue
From Cyprus Avenue on Van Morrison's 70th birthday - when the familiar refrain streamed across a continent into my kitchen in the desert, and the appreciative whistles from the Belfast crowd, my whole world stopped for a second. Back street jelly roll . . .
