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jm-cornwell's picture
Sep.21.2010
”What if dying weren’t a bad thing?” Gail Caldwell asks. Although death and loss are central to Gail Caldwell’s memoir of her friendship with Caroline Knapp, let’s take the long way home is less about that friendship and more about coping with life and loss and the unexpected gifts of living....
timothy-bess's picture
Aug.03.2010
Today, Sandee Guse was buried.  Yesterday was the wake.  Difficult times for everyone who attended both the wake and the funeral.  Many tears and many discussions of Sandee and how she positively impacted most who came into contact with her. I know that her family is grieving and will miss her more...
sandra-f-carrington-smith's picture
Mar.23.2010
“Some closing of the gates is inevitable after thirty, if the mind is to become a creative power.”~ E.M. Forster   This past weekend, one of my close friends went on a spiritual retreat she attends several times a year, and decided to share the trip with another friend who occasionally travels with...
jessica-barksdale-inclan's picture
Jan.10.2010
I feel very blessed to have lived in the same area most of my life.  Yes, there were early years in the south,  as in Deep South, years I can't remember.  There were the years in college in the central valley, long hot or foggy years, depending on the season.  But mostly, I've lived in:  San...
jessica-barksdale-inclan's picture
Jan.06.2010
When I was a younger mother, a woman with children who were involved in many activities, I  found myself making situational friends, people I would come into contact at every water polo match or in front of the tutoring office or at the school.  Most if not all of these people, these situational...
jessica-barksdale-inclan's picture
Apr.21.2009
Yesterday, I stood sweating outside a restaurant waiting for a friend.  Another waiting woman and I were positioning ourselves in the tiny slashes of shade under and around the awning, not talking to each other, but in a clear conversation:  Breeze here, shade, turn, yes!  Better. I was wearing a...
sangay-glass's picture
Apr.03.2009
Clare was my only girl crush. As the oddest girl out, she outranked me. I guess that’s why we became fast friends. There wasn’t anyone she could admire and follow around, so why not take on a sidekick. She had one foot in punk and the other in reality. Living on her own since she was sixteen, she...
patricia-snodgrass's picture
Mar.29.2009
I'm not Jewish. Perhaps in another lifetime, but not this one. My aunt thought we were, because somewhere someone had told her that our ancestors (Cherokees and Kiowas) were the Lost Tribe of Israel.  She converted in a way I suppose. She went to synagoge, ate kosher and observed the Sabbath. I...
patricia-snodgrass's picture
Mar.29.2009
I'm not Jewish. Perhaps in another lifetime, but not this one. My aunt thought we were, because somewhere someone had told her that our ancestors (Cherokees and Kiowas) were the Lost Tribe of Israel.  She converted in a way I suppose. She went to synagoge, ate kosher and observed the Sabbath. I...
susan-browne's picture
Dec.01.2008
My father left a message on my answering machine the other day: "Ed died.  My best friend is gone." Ed and my father met in the second grade.  They were friends for 78 years.  Yesterday, at Ed's funeral at a church in San Leandro, my father related the story about first meeting his friend...