Just Show Up

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I wrote last week about a soul, Dave Adams, who left an indelible imprint on my heart. Dave left us in 2007 at only 59 years old. He was the publisher of the Indiana Daily Student when I was a reporter and editor at IU. What I did not know then is that I’d be mourning the passing of my sweet, spunky sister-in-law Lauren (LP). She left us a week ago—Monday, September 17. The funeral and celebration of life was yesterday. I am depleted, devastated, and spinning with swirly emotions. Instead of writing a blog, I helped write an obituary. … Read More

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Somewhere Over The Rainbow

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In 1992, as we hugged and sobbed, we made a promise. Graduation wasn’t goodbye; we decided it’d be the bridge to our next chapter. We agreed that one day we’d return to our beloved Hoosier home where the three of us met. We finally did. Dana flew from New Jersey. Robyn and I traveled together from Florida. Our shrieks echoed throughout the Indianapolis airport as we squeezed each other in a huddle. Though it was difficult to coordinate this trip and leave our little ones, we made it happen! As we drove into Bloomington, the Sample Gates greeted us, and … Read More

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A First for Everything

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Do you ever contemplate the meaning of one simple word? I do. I also find inflection and the expression of words intriguing. It’s one of the myriad reasons I love to write! Words convey meaning far beyond literal definitions or functions. There’s a five-letter word floating through my head like an unsinkable life preserver. It’s bobbing in my brain and arising in recent days. The word is “first.” It pops into my consciousness consistently and persistently. So today I decided to consult my friend Oxford. I typed f-i-r-s-t into my search engine. Apparently I’m not the only linguistically-obsessed person. There … Read More

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My Own St. Elmo’s Fire

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Cymbals in the sky boldly interrupted the serene silence. Then seconds later the bedroom became a laser light show. It was 2:30 a.m. I was irritated and a bit incoherent but now I was certainly awake. Welcome to September in the Sunshine State. Each time I relaxed, the marching band clamored and clanged again. I decided to stay awake and wait for the storm to finish its crescendo. I thought about the movie we watched Friday night. Images and reflections created a middle-of-the-night fragmented film in my mind. My room lit up as lightning electrified the sky. Clearly the black … Read More

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