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Mandolin Rain

1 Comment · Wednesday, February 25, 2009
As I started to unpack the box, my stomach was in knots. I knew what was inside, and I didn't want it. It occurred to me to simply throw the box and its contents in the trash. When a friend said he was going to ship the mandolin to me, I said, "Please don't."   

My Ear Is Gasping for Breath

1 Comment · Wednesday, February 18, 2009
I have hearing loss. My right ear serves only for purposes of ornamentation. In 2005 I went into the Atlantic Ocean and came out with only my left ear working. I'm not alone in this condition. A colleague, a very able reporter in town, likewise went into the Atlantic off the coast of Florida and lost the use of his right ear.  

New Friends and Shoe Tires

0 Comments · Wednesday, February 11, 2009
When my new friend Julie called me Wednesday night to see if we were still on for lunch the next afternoon, I wasn't sure. This was the week of the big snow, then ice, then more snow. I hadn't been out of my living space in days. I wasn't sure if I could walk on the stuff.  

Cornbread Nation

0 Comments · Wednesday, February 4, 2009
On a recent Sunday night episode of 'Music from the Hills of Home,' the radio show I host with Wayne Clyburn on WNKU (89.7 FM), a listener brought up an interesting and timely question: 'How do you season an iron skillet?'  

Stones in the Road

0 Comments · Wednesday, January 28, 2009
I'll be meeting my son for lunch next week, and my daughter wants me to see her new place on Sunday. They never seem interested in leaving Cincinnati. I always am. But while I've threatened to leave many times, so far I've stayed right here. I've moved around a lot, but I always stay local. My road doesn't really go anywhere else.   

It's Not the Hopeless Coalition

0 Comments · Wednesday, January 21, 2009
The Greater Cincinnati Coalition for the Homeless, where I work, likes to say it's an advocacy organization, distinguishing itself from agencies that provide direct service to clients. The distinction is valid, except for the fact that the Homeless Coalition offers some very important services: a place for homeless people to receive mail, to use a telephone, to have a cup of coffee or a drink of cold water. A place for homeless people to sit down for a few minutes in air conditioning or heat.   

Midnight in France

0 Comments · Wednesday, January 14, 2009
When she walked into Buddakhan bar and restaurant downtown on New Year’s Eve afternoon, I wasn’t paying attention. Sitting at the far end of the bar, I was busy sulking while drinking a vodka and cranberry. I was thinking of my therapist, who tells me I shouldn’t let other people’s negative energy or behavior affect my mood.  

A Stroke of Luck

0 Comments · Wednesday, January 7, 2009
I didn't comprehend a word. 'What did you say?' I asked, except the words that came out of my mouth were completely slurred. What I actually said was, 'Laht di thoo thay?' I thought to myself, 'That's weird, I sound just like Dick Clark.' Then it hit me: 'Holy shit, I'm having a stroke!'  

Living It in 2008

0 Comments · Tuesday, December 30, 2008
For better or for worse, I usually end up writing most of the columns in this Living Out Loud space — and that was no different in 2008. Sometimes I think I’ll run out of things to write about, but something always happens. That something is life. If you’re living with your eyes open — or out loud — the well never really runs dry.  

Ramona

1 Comment · Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Ramona was driving the 64 Metro bus when I first moved to Westwood in the spring. I have this habit of sitting in the front seat right next to the driver. I don't ever expect the drivers to talk to me, but Ramona did. At first it was polite talk about the weather and traffic and such, but after a while our conversations became more personal. Often times when I'd get on the bus I'd be the only person riding. Those were the days I liked the most. It was like having my own personal taxi driver.  

'Tis the Season for Stealing

0 Comments · Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Bitter cold. The air seemed to be made of sharp, solid metal, slicing through pants and shirtsleeves with tiny saw-like teeth that chewed at the skin. Hello goosebumps. Dressed in layers, I headed to Sharonville to teach my regular noon yoga class.  

Looking for the Joy

1 Comment · Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Back in 1993 Jered told me to look for the joy in life every day. He said life is too short, so try and make each day count. He said if changes in my life weren't working out, then find other ones that would. He said he'd be there to help me find the joy. Years later, I sometimes wonder if he knew this encouragement, especially on that Christmas at the airport, would get me through.   

Too Much Fun

0 Comments · Wednesday, December 3, 2008
I've heard of always being the bridesmaid but never the bride. Is there a similar saying that applies to always being the aunt and never the mom? When people ask why we don't have kids yet, I'll keep saying we're having too much fun trying.   

Lunch With Andrea

0 Comments · Wednesday, November 26, 2008
I couldn't believe Andrea was putting more salt on her French fries. We were having lunch together at the Frisch's on Glenway Avenue. She got the Big Boy platter but paid more money and substituted onion rings for the cole slaw. I had the salad bar that features, of course, iceberg lettuce.  

Obama, the Media and Us

0 Comments · Wednesday, November 19, 2008
America has spoken. Our next president is Barack Obama, and although I didn't vote for him I accept him as my president and hope for success unprecedented in the history of the United States. God knows we need success right now. I hope he's up to the task and leads all Americans to a renewed prosperity and continued safety.