Columns 2014

School vouchers wrong solution

I mentioned in my column last week that I went to Catholic school. In fact, I never went to a public school up to and including college. I attended St. Michael’s Elementary, Holy Spirit High and Chestnut Hill College. All were Catholic institutions taught almost exclusively by nuns, with the occasional priest thrown in for good measure. My brother and sister followed the same path. None of us attended the public schools for which our parents paid taxes.

While all that Catholicism did not, as my mother so dearly wished, produce three good Catholic adults who observe any religious rituals,

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Are they here yet?

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Are Uncle Joe and Aunt Mary here yet? Is that Aunt Judy we hear? Where are they? Why is this day taking so long? We’ve already decided who we get to sleep with so let’s get it going… What do you mean that Uncle Joe doesn’t want to sleep with us? We’re adorable. How can he possibly resist, even if he is a Zeccardi male.

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The panic sets in

My sister, my cousin Joe and his wife, my cousin Mary, all arrive late tonight. I wander through the house wondering if it’s clean enough. Do the dogs smell? Will the birds screech and scream as only parrots can do when full of joy because there is company in the house and they don’t have to put up with just boring old me? Will someone slip on the icy driveway? Did I put enough salt down? Will one of the dogs poop outside my sister’s bedroom door? Will she step in it before she notices?

OMG… I’m having a nervous

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Was there ever a time

I watch the athletes at the Olympics contort their bodies into impossible positions, fly through the air as though gravity does not exist for them and wonder if I was ever young enough and my body ever supple enough to do those things with enough training. If my body ever could, I have long since forgotten. Now I just end up with aches and pains from merely watching someone else do it.

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OK. I admit it

I’m an ice skating freak. I don’t care what kind it is – figure skating, dancing, pairs, men, women… I just love to watch it. And every four years the Olympics gives me a chance to absolutely od on it. I am in seventh heaven.

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There is no joy in mudville tonight

Can’t even pretend to happiness. Head swimming and dizzy. Looking down impossible without nausea and falling. What the hell is happening in my head? One week, two doctors and a day in the emergency room and still no relief or answers. Modern medicine is failing me.

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They never pose when you want them to

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Five seconds before I took this picture, the three dogs were curled up in a tumbled bundle, exhausted after a day of hiking with Karie, snoring contentedly in their buddy’s embrace But the minute they heard my chair move and saw the camera, they shifted away from each other like everyone else’s BO was choking them. It would have been a great picture. But I’ll never be able to prove that.

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Why am I not surprised?

Science has apparently found Neanderthal DNA in some parts of the human genome while it is totally absent in other parts. One of the places where Neanderthal DNA can be found is in the gene connected with Type 2 diabetes. Why am I not surprised that I’d get the disease that links me to a Neanderthal?

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Columns 2014

Health coverage benefits us all

A recent series of health challenges have once again reminded me just how tenuous our hold is on life.  One little thing goes out of whack and suddenly we’re in waters too deep to keep afloat without the help of friends and family. I consider myself one of the lucky ones. Not only do I have an amazingly supportive community around me, but I also have health insurance. The two combined gave me the chance to get back on my feet.

When the medical problems first occurred, I didn’t think twice about calling the specialist who treated me for similar

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Scribblings

Please snow

Please, oh please, oh please snow. My family arrives next week and Anchorage is hideous in winter without snow to cover all the trash we toss out of our windows in anticipation of the clean up fairies who mysteriously appear every spring. But this isn’t spring. This is winter. No self-respecting clean up fairy is coming anywhere near here for months yet to come. So please snow and cover it all up. Please, oh please…

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