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Two life-long friends from my days at Western Michigan University spent Sunday afternoon with me. One I have not seen for years despite my sister being married to her cousin. The distance of our homes and personal routines ceased to exist. Conversation flowed; as did the wine . It was as if no time had passed between previous meetings. That’s how it is with such amazing, loving, wonderful good friends. Related articles Six Sentence Monday: Entry… Read More

Bright, brilliant Michigan skies welcome another season of supreme athleticism at football stadiums near and far. Cool, crisp breezes blend lasting traditions with an air of possibility for play-off births and championship rings. Memories stir of good times spent with family and friends. There is something about football. I love to watch it; I love to talk about it; and I love to write about it. I don’t dabble in fantasy land… Read More

A few moments ago, I came across an excerpt from a quote George Clooney gave during a speech in Houston, recently … “Never mix grain with grape.” As I sit drinking my glass of TerreDomini’s Montepulciano D’Abruzzo 2009 that quote takes me back to those first few weekends of freshman year at Western Michigan University. The irony is wine consumption was limited to whatever was the cheapest (i.e. Boones Farm, Mad Dog 20/20, Bartles&Jaymes, etc.) and tasted… Read More

If you hear the song I sing, You must understand You hold the key to love and fear All in your trembling hand Just one key unlocks them both It’s there at your command C’mon people now, Smile on your brother Ev’rybody get together Try and love one another right now Right now Right now! —  Written by Chet Powers Go For It vs. Play It Safe I was about four weeks… Read More

Remember when the days were long And rolled beneath a deep blue sky Didn’t have a care in the world With mommy and daddy standing by When “happily ever after” fails And we’ve been poisoned by these fairy tales… — Bruce Hornsby  and Don Henley It must be the time of year. Proms, graduations and summer vacation are a mere seven weeks away. That’s 42 days, folks. All this looking forward sentiment… Read More

It all started in eighth grade, actually. That’s when I really knew I wanted to write. My English teacher was the first to point it out. She read an essay I wrote — to the entire class — about a short story the class had read together. To this day, I still remember writing it. I had arrived early at my grandma’s home for a family reunion. Since my cousins had not yet… Read More

In anticipation of the four-day Memorial Day weekend, I mixed up a white wine cooler recipe I found at Whole Foods. All of a sudden party scenes from freshman year at Western Michigan University replayed in my head. In an instant it was 1990 and I was back at my friend Susan’s off-campus apartment sucking Bartel’s and Jaymes through the straw to my water bottle. Along with sharing good times with fellow… Read More