It was a picture of the log that I really wanted, stretching away from me toward the water. Then, Dewey my dog leaped up on it and his legs filled my viewfinder, like a muppet on the run. That was the picture. A shot of a log is hum-drum compared to those big, furry legs standing in front of me, waiting.
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Most writers would have paid strict attention this past week — and maybe woke up sweaty and trembling from nightmares — as events unfolded at The Globe and Mail. Columnist Margaret Wente was accused of plagiarism in a 2009 column and has been disciplined by the Globe.
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Years ago, we made a batch of African Peanut Soup and served it up to our dinner guests, a young couple we were trying to fix up. We all heroically made our way through the muddy brown gunk in our bowls. We all pretended to like it (my husband, bless him, probably actually did) but eventually someone — and I’m pretty sure it was Kevin Miller — spoke the truth.
A woman building a ballet slipper business, who caught the attention of American Idol’s Randy Jackson.
A senior with an astonishingly large collection of moose figurines.
A musician creating a ministry of music for those who are dying and the people who love them.
In Mexico, where we were when we received the news of my brother-in-law Doug’s tragic and incredibly premature passing, there are underground systems of tunnels that include deep pools of green water called cenotes.
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