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Heavy Questions

1 Comment · Wednesday, July 16, 2008
When we met on Fountain Square that afternoon, we talked about something, but I'll be damned if I can remember what either one of us said. My mind wasn't on the conversation. My mind was on her fat  

In Praise of Kindness

0 Comments · Wednesday, July 9, 2008
These are things I have seen and heard.... When I was a child in a fitful home, my Aunt Mary took my brothers and me to her home for extended visits, making us feel loved. When my daughter Sarah   

Back in the Day

0 Comments · Wednesday, July 2, 2008
By the time you read this column, I'll have been inducted into the International Bluegrass Music Museum (IBMM) in Owensboro, Ky., which is right across the road from Rosine, the birthplace of Bill M  

A Good Sunday

0 Comments · Wednesday, June 25, 2008
On that Sunday morning, after giving myself an insulin shot, I had my normal breakfast: cereal with soymilk and a wheat bagel. I then went into the shower. It was Father's Day, and I wanted to get   

The Mother Rose

0 Comments · Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Petite and curvy, Mom looks startlingly young for her age. She wears a tricky shade of lipstick -- reddish brownish bronze. It suits her. A master cook, Mom thrives on contact with people. I can b  

Thanks Pops

0 Comments · Wednesday, June 11, 2008
My dad was working on his computer at the kitchen table when I showed up at my parents' house around 11 a.m. on Father's Day last year. Surprised at my relatively early arrival, Dad asked what got m  

Her Anonymous Life

0 Comments · Wednesday, June 4, 2008
Suddenly, people are looking for her. Over the past few weeks, I've received three e-mails regarding an interview I did with writer D.B. Wells in CityBeat in early 2005. All three, each from a diff  

The Listening Gift

0 Comments · Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Hear the water pour down from my roof, greeting the ground. Leftover rain disappears. A car, a truck. Machines growl in the distance. That dog just stopped barking. Workmen stomp down the fire esca  

The Problem I Have With Henry

0 Comments · Wednesday, May 21, 2008
I hang out a lot at Madonna's Bar and Grill downtown. Talking to regular customer Tony, trying to get inside my friend Izzy's head and giving bartender Laura a hard time are my idea of a good time.  

A Hot Potato

0 Comments · Wednesday, May 14, 2008
When I saw Doug walking around at Findlay Market last Wednesday, a sly smile came to my face. There was no doubt in my mind I'd approach him. Our friendship started more than 18 years ago. We work  

Wolfe and the Chicken Pot Pies

0 Comments · Wednesday, May 7, 2008
On warm spring nights, the place to be is the corner of Vine and Court streets downtown. Universal Grille has tables set up along the sidewalk, roped off so they can serve alcohol outside legally.   

Admit It: A Lousy Feminist

0 Comments · Wednesday, April 30, 2008
I turn, and a man is right there in front of me, pressing an "Admit One" carnival ticket into my hand. He lifts a voice recorder to my face. "Admit something," he says, his face expressionless. "  

She Was Somebody

0 Comments · Wednesday, April 23, 2008
As strange as it might seem, for the past few years I've started most mornings looking through the local obituaries online. On March 3, I finally could stop. My friend passed away. She was difficu  

Spreading the Chili Gospel

0 Comments · Wednesday, April 16, 2008
If there's one thing people from Cincinnati love, it's chili. We love eating it, and we love talking about it. Those of us who have moved away from the area have cans of chili and spice packets ma  

Spin the Bottle

0 Comments · Wednesday, April 9, 2008
It was the summer after sixth grade. A typical dog day in Cincinnati -- the land was parched, yellow and thirsty; I swore I could hear the grass make sucking sounds. All around, dry lips were crack