Posts by Lynn Slaughter
The Changing Face of America
Back in prehistoric times when I was growing up, I taught myself to type on an old manual Smith-Corona
Read MoreGood Problems to Have
Last week in my blog, I talked about the miracle of my nephew getting a heart transplant. I’m happy to report that things continue to go well
Read MoreNow I Really Know What John Lennon Meant
After a year of waiting, having pretty much adjusted to the idea the call might never come, my dear nephew, in desperate need of a heart transplant, got the phone call. A heart awaited him.
Read MoreRufus + Syd Explores the Transformative Power of Friendship
Despite the horrors of events such as the massacre in Orlando, there’s little question we’re in the midst of dramatic societal changes in support and respect for LGBT folks. But pockets of prejudice and bigotry
Read MoreThe Other Hero in Ali’s Story
We Louisvillians spent last week mourning and celebrating the life of our greatest locally born and bred hero, Muhammad Ali. He epitomized courage, dedication to justice, and commitment to humanitarian work. He was so much more than a boxing legend. (And yes, he was pretty.)
Read MoreSome Days I Miss Being Lois Lane
I was with my son one day last month when we stopped at the neighborhood cycle shop to pick up the shiny new bike he’d purchased for his daughter’s seventh birthday.
Read MoreThe Bobby Knights of Ballet
No question about it. Bobby Knight was a brilliant basketball coach who brought championships and glory to Indiana University. He was also a bully
Read MoreFiction Writers Get to Play Pretend Part II
So last week, I confessed that one of my fantasy dream jobs as a kid was becoming an advice columnist. My passion for dance took me in a different direction, but
Read MoreFiction Writers Get to Play Pretend
Even as a kid, I loved reading the newspaper, especially the advice columns. The problems people wrote about fascinated me—cheating husbands, in-laws from hell, warring siblings. Long before there was reality television, there was Ann Landers. Half the fun was in reading her salty responses to the letters she received. Not surprisingly, “advice columnist” landed…
Read MoreLosing My Mom
My mother’s sister Margaret dropped dead at 84. She was feeding her cat. At the time, I didn’t appreciate what a terrific way to go this was. It was
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