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  • February 11, 2005 / by Robin Munson

    WHEN THE TRUTH HURTS

    WHEN THE TRUTH HURTS Yesterday I got a call from a life-long friend. I had asked her to read the first draft of a screenplay – the first screenplay I had ever written. I knew that she had lots of experience with this sort of thing, so I knew that her opinion would be valuable.

  • February 10, 2005 / by Robin Munson

    THINGS THAT DON’T WORK

    THINGS THAT DON’T WORK – EVEN THOUGH THEY SHOULD Right now my whole house stinks of vinegar. I am in the process of trying to save our cast iron skillet. You see, it was one of my favorite pans a couple of weeks ago. And I thought, well, maybe I should season it again. For

  • February 9, 2005 / by Robin Munson

    THE RAVELED SLEEVE OF CARE

    THE RAVELED SLEEVE OF CARE It was one of those nights. First, I fell asleep on the sofa watching TV at 8:00 p.m. At 9:00 p.m. Art woke me up and gently guided me toward the bedroom. Like a sleepy child, I just managed brush my teeth and then gratefully slid under the covers. I

  • February 8, 2005 / by Robin Munson

    HOPE AND CERTAINTY

    HOPE AND CERTAINTY On my first day as a freshman at Boston University, I received a phone call from my sister. She had called to say that our beloved Uncle Irv, who had lived next door to us all our lives, had suddenly died. He was jogging in the park, and he suddenly collapsed and

  • February 7, 2005 / by Robin Munson

    SUNDAY AT THE BIG BOX STORE

    SUNDAY AT THE BIG BOX STORE I played hooky yesterday from just about everything. I forced myself to do a couple of loads of laundry just so I wouldn’t sit up all night chastising myself for general sloth. Among other wild goose chases yesterday, Art and I went to a “big box” home improvement store.

  • February 5, 2005 / by Robin Munson

    WHY BLOG?

    WHY BLOG? Yesterday I received an anonymous comment on my blog. I am not sure, but I think it was taking me to task for “doing private things in public places”. I have asked myself, too, why I share so much of my personal history with perfect strangers. Here is what I have come up

  • February 4, 2005 / by Robin Munson

    A LIFE’S JOURNEY THROUGH MAGAZINES

    A LIFE’S JOURNEY THROUGH MAGAZINES As I get older and older, I have noticed my change in habits when it comes to magazines. Of course in my teens, like most girls of my era my age, I was partial to “Seventeen Magazine”. I wanted to look just like Christie Brinkley, and I thought that if

  • February 3, 2005 / by Robin Munson

    SOMETHING TO PONDER

    I’ve heard that work expands to fill the time available (or something like that – Remind me to get a Bartlett’s Book of Quotations so that I don’t mangle these axioms and I can tell you who said it). Anyway, this morning was a case in point. Because Thursdays are mostly taken up by my

  • February 2, 2005 / by Robin Munson

    SMALL INDULGENCES

    SMALL INDULGENCES I used to walk through the flower section of the grocery store with longing in my heart. I would drag myself past all those beautiful bouquets of roses, daisies, daffodils, irises, tulips, freesias, lavender, heather, baby’s breath, eucalyptus, gladioli, and lilies. My nose would take in the gorgeous aromas and I would hold

  • February 1, 2005 / by Robin Munson

    WHY I CAN NEVER REMEMBER ANYTHING

    WHY I CAN NEVER REMEMBER ANYTHING My husband and I take a walk through our neighborhood every day. That’s how we keep ourselves from falling apart. Yesterday during our walk, I saw that a neighbor had some beautiful orange tulips in bloom. Immediately, my “inner D.J.” (as my sister refers to this mechanism) starting playing