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Snook Came Home

0 Comments · Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Excerpt from my memoir: When I was small, Mom rarely sat down. Ironing, cooking, cleaning, fixing her hair and makeup, she was always fiddling with something, never taking a break. So one afte  

Babies and Strollers

0 Comments · Wednesday, August 13, 2008
I live in Westwood these days but still find myself downtown often. On this particular Friday afternoon, I'm on a No. 6 bus heading in that direction.  

Tight Times

0 Comments · Wednesday, August 6, 2008
All this talk of a recession got me to thinking. Before the gas hike, people carelessly spent money as if dollar trees grew in the backyard.  

Made in Japan

0 Comments · Wednesday, July 30, 2008
When I got up that morning, a Sunday, I remembered it was her birthday. I tried to dismiss the thought. We were no longer what you'd consider friends.  

Seeing Cloud People

0 Comments · Wednesday, July 23, 2008
BY C.A. MacConnell | Posted 07/23/2008 Excerpt from my memoir: Dusk. When the days grew longer, when dark was not yet creeping up on the seven hills of Cincinnati, I escaped to the farmer's  

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