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That’s Life

As I’ve arrived in middle age, I’ve come to the realization that I’m no longer much of a public speaker.

Maybe it’s because I’m in the spotlight so much in my professional life, I just don’t want to feel that way in my personal life. I just want to relax, be myself, “turn off” – and not have to perform.

Unfortunately, middle age also seems to be the time of a familial changing of the guard; a time when life seems to be thrusting me into a “performance role” more than ever. As “big life things” happen, I feel expectant eyes on me, but that old performer within – a younger, much different woman – just doesn’t want to step into the spotlight.   Continue reading

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End of an Era

My grandfather has passed away.

RIP Sam, 1929 – 2018.

It doesn’t even seem real. I don’t think I ever stopped and thought about the day when Sam Spade wouldn’t be on this earth: what the weather would be like, where I would be living, how I would be wearing my hair, what I would have eaten for breakfast (answer: nothing – I got the news at 6:00 AM and didn’t eat for the rest of the day)…

And yet, it happened. The day is here: there is no more Sam Spade on Planet Earth. He has gone to be with his “beautiful bride”, his “Lucy in the Sky”, as we’ve affectionately referred to her since her passing, two years ago now.  Continue reading

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88

My grandfather is 88 today.

Grandpa Sam on his 88th birthday, April 16, 2017.

It also happens to be Easter Sunday – every once in a while, the stars align and his birthday falls on the holiday. To celebrate, my mother took him to the MGM Grand casino in downtown Detroit. Gambling is his favorite pastime, still, at almost 90 years old. He didn’t win anything big today, but he sounded cheerful, like he genuinely had a good time.  Continue reading

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Solved

FINALLY. Instead of three weeks, it took six.

Wisdom Panel lost Sam’s original DNA swab but, eventually, they came through.

We have the results of his genetic test.

Are you ready?  Continue reading

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Life’s Great Mysteries

It’s right up there with “is there life after death?” and “are we alone in the universe?”…

“WHAT KIND OF DOG IS SAM?!”

What do you mean? I'm a pup! A SuperPup!

What do you mean? I’m a pup! A SuperPup!

Seriously, we couldn’t take it anymore. Constantly arguing over whether he was a Jack Russell or a Fox Terrier, or whether he has a little Bull Terrier thrown in for muscle and some Pitt Bull for the hard head (it really is an asset at the dog park!). A little Whippett for speed…

The constant conversation with strangers in bars or pet stores or parks that went on too long…

“He’s a Rat Terrier!”

Is that a compliment?

“He’s a Beagle! LOOK AT 27 PICTURES OF BEAGLES ON MY PHONE NOW!”

BECAUSE IT’S NOT LIKE I DON’T KNOW WHAT A FREAKIN’ BEAGLE LOOKS LIKE OR ANYTHING!

“He’s a Cattle Jack!”

…uh, you got me there.

Well, we finally decided it was time to find out what Sammy the SuperPup really is, besides just the fastest, muscly-ist dog in the west.

So on January 9th, four years to the day from when we brought him home from the SPCA, we swabbed his little puppy cheek and set up his doggy DNA test.

Two more weeks until we end the debate for good (and leave a blueprint for the rest of the world to make their own little SuperPups)…

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