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WHEN MY FRIEND DIED

Some worrywarts–me for example—dwell on the past, which often manifests as regret. I rarely saw my old friend Lou, other than at my annual New Year’s Day open house. Then he died and I thought, Why didn’t I talk to him more at my party? I immediately wanted to go …

Speak Easy

At dress rehearsal with its stomach-turning surprises, like having to dance onto stage, I asked myself What was I thinking when I agreed to this? At first it sounded like fun to be one of nine storytellers in a Valentine’s Day show, “Sucker for Love.”  But I had not signed up …