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Month: October 2022

October 29, 2022

Another day in paradise, cold or otherwise

One of my guilty pleasures in retirement is reading a good book. I find myself especially drawn to historical fiction and mystery novels. In…

October 28, 2022

An ode to October before it leaves us

Dear October, I look around at your grandeur and suddenly feel underdressed. Your colors dazzle; regal reds, golden golds, and pumpkin orange punctuate the…

October 28, 2022

Moor or less: Of moms, grandkids and, yep, colonoscopies

I sat around with two buddies the other day and instead of discussing our aches and pains, our lousy golf swings and our wives’…

October 28, 2022

After plenty of bike breakdowns, my ride-to-work venture finally caught some momentum

Certainly (sarcasm alert!) regular Moor and More readers are waiting anxiously for a post mortem on my 2022 bicycle commute-to-work routine.  By the time…

October 28, 2022

Life is everything it seems at 70

I’m learning truth at 70 That life is meant for you and me Not only for those who we can see who just look…

October 20, 2022

Moor or less: I miss The Fiberglass Fish but not its dreadful tune

Well, our old canoe has been transported back to the family lake cottage, which means my back might finally recover — and I now…

October 20, 2022

Mom had all the sayings but words couldn’t describe her cooking

A funny thing happened in August when my seven siblings and I gathered for the first time since our mother’s funeral 11 1/2 years…

October 17, 2022

Mine is not the face you associate with an eating disorder

I remember when I looked down at the scale and saw the number “127” looking back at me, the lowest my weight had been in…

October 16, 2022

Title IX a godsend to many female athletes

On October 22, Notre Dame will be celebrating 50 years of Title IX by honoring the 250 women who played varsity sports at the…

October 13, 2022

The story of Rolling Stone told two different ways

Ben Franklin, that quotable Founding Father, said that an autobiography generally reveals nothing bad about its author except his memory. In Jann Wenner’s new…

October 13, 2022

Successful golf: Think like a caddie and don’t get hit in the goolies

  My birthday present a few years ago was a golf lesson. Instead of meeting me at a driving range for an hour, Ben…

October 12, 2022

Moor or Less: A busy young man, a Broadway star and two lost neighbors

Do you remember that beer commercial that unveiled  “the most interesting man in the world”? I thought the bearded, suave guy looked more like some…

October 9, 2022

Apples and cider have made my autumns worthwhile

There is very little about Northern Indiana’s change of seasons that I like. As someone who is cold eight months of the year, I…

October 7, 2022

Who says you can’t go back via a second honeymoon?

The Cambridge dictionary describes a second honeymoon as a romantic holiday taken by a couple who have been married for some time. Although there…

October 7, 2022

The local paper, once a part of the community, is now part of the problem

Well, I did it. I cancelled my subscription to the South Bend Tribune. With many apologies to my Tribune buddies, mostly to the ones…

October 5, 2022

Moor or Less: Of Captain Cubbo, Ronnie Woo Woo and other bleacher creatures

Some lasting thoughts after Sunday’s last home game for the Chicago Cub — 8-1 winners over the Cincinnati Reds:  A little girl cried when…

October 5, 2022

Of Maine’s morning glory, a rare turkey and maybe a wink from the universe

During our stay at the cottage in (Hope) Maine, celebrating our 11th anniversary, my husband John and I welcomed each morning – sipping coffee…

October 2, 2022

Marble can be as soft as silk: An ode to the hand-written letter

Mid-summer 1965, a weekend pass from a drug firm’s indoctrination, a walk from West Point over to the Garrison station and then an hour-plus…

October 1, 2022

We need the younger generations to know how to fix our stuff — and world

My parents were both big city kids. My mom grew up in New York City. My dad was from Detroit, Michigan. Growing up, when…

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