Christopher Cudworth | Christopher Cudworth
May.02.2013
I am not a man who does not know his way around the grocery store. And I have my preferences. For some reason the layout of Dominick's appeals to me.
Probably there is some primeval logic to this. The way the vegetables sit so patiently for attention. The deli meat counter faces west. Who...
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Apr.27.2013
Yesterday I got home from work and did some quick calculations in my head to decide whether to try to squeeze in a run before a meeting at church at 7:30. Life has been busy though, and I decided not to rush around. Instead I grabbed the dog leash and took Chuck for a walk. That was merciful...
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Apr.21.2013
This evening I was listening to the Paul McCartney song Maybe I'm Amazed and my son Evan sent me a version that he wanted me to hear. It was a beautiful and different rendition. I'd blogged about the song in writing about my wife Linda, who passed away from cancer on March 26 of this year...
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Apr.14.2013
In 1985 my wife Linda and I were married in a church ceremony and then an outdoor reception in the backyard of her parents home in Addison, IL. It turned out to be a picture book day with friends and family in attendance. Yet weddings are dizzying affairs. People from all corners of your life...
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Sep.14.2012
May is always a bittersweet month. Spring grows full and lush. Buds swell, then burst. Summer rushes into the landscape like a flood, while the freshness and hope of May wash away.
On one late May afternoon, during a run on a favorite loop that followed the course of a national wild and...
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Sep.14.2012
May is always a bittersweet month. Spring grows full and lush. Buds swell, then burst. Summer rushes into the landscape like a flood, while the freshness and hope of May wash away.
On one late May afternoon, during a run on a favorite loop that followed the course of a national wild and...
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Aug.26.2012
The phone call came on a quiet Sunday evening. My wife and I were sitting around watching television when I answered the phone to hear these three words: "Are you famous?"
No introduction. No niceties. Just the raw inquiry about my status in the world.
I did not know what to say. By most standards...
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Aug.20.2012
When you have not sung with a church choir in a while, and you’re but a marginally decent singer to start, it’s a tough test to jump back in and play the role of a second tenor.
Singing the high notes of the first tenor would require a full falsetto, and while that range of voice sounds good in...
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Jul.25.2012
It takes a lot of work to flunk algebra. You have to be able to tolerate both guilt and the patent insecurity faced when classmates realize you are hopelessly behind, and therefore think you might actually be stupid.
But I was a hard worker and fought through the shame to accomplish the task...
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