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Author Archives: Liza Blue
Key Take-Aways from 5 Hours of Religious Radio
Every month I make the 6-hour drive from the south shore of Lake Superior to the southern tip of Lake Michigan. Except for Marquette at its northern outset and Milwaukee to the south, the route runs through rural country. I … Continue reading
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My Human Pearls
When I first wore my necklace, I made sure the new bead was discreetly hidden under my shirt collar. It would have blended well with the others. But it was uniquely mine and I didn’t want to share it just … Continue reading
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Open Letter to Sol Hurok
Dear Sol Hurok, I know nothing about you except that you are an impresario. I really don’t know what an impresario is except to say, “It’s someone like Sol Hurok.” The words Sol Hurok and impresario have been tattooed on my brain … Continue reading
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Podcast: If It’s a Zit or a Pimple
Song parody to “It’s a Gift to be Simple Follow Liza Blue on: Share:
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Podcast: Vindictive Snack Mom
A mother strikes a blow in solidarity for all the discontented snack moms out there! Follow Liza Blue on: Share:
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Lists: First Evers, Chapter One
1. Selfishness I don’t recall absorbing the difficult childhood mandate to share, but by age nine or ten, I had a grasp on the give and take of toys and the painful sacrifice of a split cookie. At this point sharing … Continue reading
Open Letter to the Children of Robert McNamara
Dear McNamara Children, This is a belated apology. I have been meaning to set things straight, but the right moment never materialized, and now it has been over 50 years. However, my guilt came flooding back as I watched the … Continue reading
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Final Expenses
Who wants to hear the word death out loud? For advertisers, the answer is nobody, and they work hard to avoid this basic fact of life. Pharmaceutical ads are required to list potential complications. So the taboo word must be … Continue reading
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The Lost Seinfeld Episode
When I picked up my deck stain at the Sherwin Williams store, I realized I’d stumbled onto the perfect scenario for a Seinfeld episode. I couldn’t believe that the beleaguered Seinfeld writers, who appeared to run out of ideas by … Continue reading
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Robert McNamara and Me
My first brush with greatness came in the mid-1960s on a Utah ski vacation that overlapped with Robert McNamara and his family. As a preteen, I was only vaguely aware of the man. My parents, who still had complete … Continue reading
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