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Author Archives: Liza Blue
The Flies Have It
Stories require a setting and a few workable details to set the mood. Often this is weather-related (“it was a dark and stormy night…”), but here is my sure-fire suggestion to set a scene and provoke a mood. Add a … Continue reading
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Open Letter to Peg Bracken
Dear Peg, I am writing to thank you for saving my mother’s life, not in terms of death and dying, but in the sanity sense of the word. She clung to your 1960 cookbook, The I Hate to Cookbook … Continue reading
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The Elegance of the Hexagon
Not that there was any pitched battle for my loyalties, but I have to say that the hexagon is my favorite geometric shape. I first became enamored in biochemistry when introduced to the basic building block of the carbon ring, … Continue reading
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My Life in Guinea Pigs
A Harsh Reality I found the guinea pig nestled in the back corner of the linen closet. He had escaped from his cage a couple of days before, at least that’s when somebody noticed he was gone, because my brother … Continue reading
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My Life in Typewriters
1960s It was one of those in-between summers. I had outgrown sleep-away camp and wasn’t old enough to be a camp counselor, so my mother had to patch together activities to keep me occupied. Typing class was the solution. Even … Continue reading
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Dear Lady in the Front Row Who Gasped
I was at the podium and you were sitting in the front row when I heard you gasp. Some may not have heard it, others thought it was nothing more than a quick intake of breath. I am going to … Continue reading
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In Praise of Kitchen Gadgets
There is nothing like a visit to Bed, Bath and Beyond to restore one’s confidence in American ingenuity. I’m not talking about the whiz bang intelligence required to send a man to Mars, invent the Internet, or thwart Russian … Continue reading
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The Slippery Slope to Sloth
Definition: Sloth /slôTH,slōTH/ noun 1. disinclination to action or labor; spiritual apathy Symbolized by a Lazy Boy in the living room. 2. A slow moving tropical American mammal Derived from the activity level of a human in a Lazy … Continue reading
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The Banana Incident
I hate bananas. Actually, hate is inadequate to describe the depth of my feeling. So is despise, detest, abhor, loathe and revile. Bananas assault all of my senses. The wet sticky sound when you eat them reminds me of dogs … Continue reading
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First Evers, Chapter 2
1. Respect I had heard about athletes being “in the zone.” I particularly remember the Kansas City A’s hall of famer George Brett talking about those out-of-the-blue days when a baseball inexplicably looked as big as a melon. Brett just … Continue reading
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