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My Father’s Guns (part 2)

©2007, originally published in Center: A Journal of the Literary Arts, Vol. 6, “My Father’s Guns,” by Kara Frye My Father’s Guns II. On Bastille Day 1998, accidental marker of independence and revolt, I exit the plane from New York … Continue reading

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Thoughts on reading, breathing, writing & grief

Barnes and Noble has demoted its literary journals, shifting them further in and narrowing their shelf space, during my recent period of inattention.  Of course these facts are unrelated: my distraction—consumption—by family life and my local B&N’s shelf make-over.  Yet, … Continue reading

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My Father’s Guns (part 1)

©2007, originally published in Center: A Journal of the Literary Arts, Vol. 6, “My Father’s Guns,” by Kara Frye  [Krauze] * Several names (of people not related to my father by blood or marriage) and some physical details have been … Continue reading

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Hollywood and the army base, and bipolar realities

On the one hand, we have Catherine Zeta-Jones checking into an exclusive mental-health facility, diagnosed with bipolar II disorder within five days, and less than a month after that adorning the cover of People magazine.  On the other, we find … Continue reading

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What we want to say—when someone else is grieving

Grief and loss are difficult topics to broach.  Death makes us uncomfortable, often renders our words inadequate.  In recent months, several people in my life have been dealing with the death of an intimate (none by suicide), a child, a … Continue reading

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“See that my brain”—a suicide note’s mixed message

Dave Duerson, former NFL player for the Chicago Bears and two-time Super Bowl champion, shot himself in the chest in February.  I don’t usually make it to the sports page, so the news reached my radar when his death hit … Continue reading

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Remembering—who we are

I’ve been dipping into a fascinating book, In Search of Memory, by Eric R. Kandel, winner of the 2000 Nobel Prize.  A particular passage has been sticking in my head in which Kandel addresses “the role of memory and dysfunction … Continue reading

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Ulnar-nerved Mama—when you want to be a superhero

Here I am at the computer, wondering whether the internet, particularly its subset, or offspring, known as the blog, should be classified as heavy machinery, which I’ve been warned to refrain from using.  The doctor seems to think I can … Continue reading

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The legacy of suicide – Mark Madoff redux

I usually save this space for original essays (using tumblr—karakrauze.tumblr.com—for interesting articles, quotes, and tidbits).  But The New York Post, admittedly not my usual go-to paper, recently published a story about Stephanie Madoff that speaks to the legacy of suicide—the … Continue reading

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From Russia with love—unexpected gifts and the open horizons of youth

Last week I met Cynthia Ozick, stood within (almost) spitting distance of Meryl Streep, and received a surprise package from Russia.  First of all, I would never, ever spit at Meryl Streep.  She is amazing.  Since I first saw her … Continue reading

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