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Jan.04.2013
When I was just a young girl traveling on the bus heading to parochial grade school, we used to sing a baudy at the time version of the Notre Dame Fight Song. I suppose I knew the melody because my mother was a Notre Dame fan. And she could sing. I don't think she knew we were singing the other...
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Feb.16.2012
I knew from the time I was probably in the first or second grade that I wanted to be a journalist, a writer for the people, a tale teller where the tales were grounded in facts not fiction. I had even picked out my college of choice at an age not much older than that. Northwestern. To this day I...
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Nov.23.2011
What a fine dilemma is my choosing the best photo I've ever taken. Many of the photos I've taken are part of a newspaper archive somewhere and not available to me. As the years go by, the memory of those images fade, losing shape and vividness in my mind. I remember the moment of the news...
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Nov.01.2011
I am certain that you know all about getting so busy with something new that you put aside other activities that deserve a greater place in your must-do-them list.
For me, the distraction that has kept me from writing more here is that I started a new doctoral program in journalism in August. If...
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May.30.2011
My teenage daughter and I were talking about medicine the other day after watching a TV show in which the subject of cocaine and Coca-Cola came up. I started listing every bit of trivia associated with the history of Coke.
But somehow, the conversation shifted to medicine and women. My daughter...
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May.28.2011
By Barbara AudetMy country ‘tis of thee, sweet land of liberty
World War II, you are personal. First foe. Now awkward friend? You thrive in this new century, I admit, to stop others from erupting like you once again. First a demon. Out of control. Hungry for lives not yours. You are not doing as...
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Feb.25.2011
Her name was Marie Madeleine Després. Records show she was probably born about 1653-1656 in St. Sulpice, Paris, France, but that puts her almost three hundred years ahead of me and that means she is my grandmother, times a lot. Why is she so special? I have so many ancestors on both my mother's...
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Feb.14.2011
Hi all at Red Room! Have a wonderful holiday and spread love to all you meet today.
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Feb.10.2011
A black obsidian arrowhead on a mound in West Virginia. An old flag some bootlegger may have left in a rusting safe in a ramshackle house near a motel off the interstate in Ohio. A pink crystal rosary. A shiny green rubber frog. I have found so many things in my life. Not alone when I found these...
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Dec.01.2010
Coming in the door with groceries this evening, my daughter and I were greeted by our usual loyal canine fanbase and of course, the rest of the family. Rain and then snow had pummeled Ithaca all day. Flooding streets gave way to scraped roadway for us as we had headed up to the rural house we...
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Nov.28.2010
It blasted into my childhood with the force of a supernova. Science fiction film. There was my first love, Rod Taylor in "The Time Machine," "Them," with its crawling gigantic ants, and "The Day the Earth Stood Still" where a man called Carpenter was more than a man...
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Nov.25.2010
To all who share in this writing space, have the best day and stay well.
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Oct.19.2010
Take one petite yet feisty Chicagoan with clear blue eyes and dark hair, and one Old English Sheepdog puppy with his baby coat of white and black fur, and what do you have? A perfect friendship. Rosie and Reggie. Dressed up for a day on the town: Rosemarie and Reginald.
My mother had this idea one...
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Oct.14.2010
I used to cry at the end of summer when the garden fell to its knees, the ruin of its gone to flower mantle like a cardiac arrest of rainbows. Each swollen, unpicked squash was a damnation of my insolence, each bending vine of bleeding tomatoes, cherry orbs with seeds at ready, so ready they burst...
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About Barbara
Doctoral student. Professional journalist with experience in both broadcasting and print worlds. Taught at Ithaca College, Auburn University, Western Illinois University and Missouri Valley College. 1999-2000 Kiplinger Fellow in Public Affairs Journalism....
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