Home is where the art is

“Art for sale! Art for sale! “yelled a child’s strident voice, over the calm of our street. Initially reacting like the general curmudgeon that I am when it comes... Read More

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In a land far too close there is a king named Harumph

By Evalyn Baron

He has a peculiar orange face and a lumpish, doughy body he tries to contain within costly suits of broadcloth and grey sharkskin, dark blue blazers, and crisp white shirts. His ac... Read More

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My ‘knees-érables’ in recovery: Who knew?

By Evalyn Baron

For Christmas this past year, my darling husband gave me a fancy-schmantzy Fitbit! Little did I know how much the little noodge of a wrist thingy would figure in my recovery from k... Read More

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Changing the world by magic: If only we could

By Evalyn Baron

When I told my Marina Times editor I was producing the March column by magic with a wave of my newly acquired wand, she probably thought me crazier than usual, but I am here to tel... Read More

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Hug a tree for Valentine’s Day

By Evalyn Baron

Overheard at Big Basin National Redwood Forest: A little boy complained to his doting grandparents that his picnic sandwich bread still had its crusts. The wise grandmother counter... Read More

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Dogs: The agony and the ecstasy

Is loving worth it?

By Evalyn Baron

The house is so much quieter now. Neater. And much cleaner. No click-click-clicks of tiny hard nails on the shiny wood floor; no soft whimpers or whines saying, “Pick me up, ... Read More

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Cattle in the dishware department: Dread, possibility, and joy

By Evalyn Baron

As I write this December column, we have voted — or at least half the country has — to change the way our nation does business, and the bull is no longer merely visiting the... Read More

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The lost, the found, the replaced: A Thanksgiving rumination

By Evalyn Baron

It seems unbelievable our country will soon elect a new president. After an endless, exhausting, perturbing campaign — one that has stretched our patience to the limit and distur... Read More

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My Knees-érables: Part Four

I dreamed a dream of knees gone by

By Evalyn Baron

It has seemed like a dream, this past month of knee adventures, and for most of it, I felt like the princess sung about in There is a Castle on a Cloud, I’ve been so taken care o... Read More

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An Homage, to My Knees-érables: Part 3

By Evalyn Baron

My Knees-érables (to the tune of Les Misérables’ When Tomorrow Comes) Are you hearing my joints sing? Creaking the song of angry knees! It is the soundtrack of arthritis An... Read More

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My Knees-érables: Part Two

By Evalyn Baron

When I got married, I registered for some marvelous stuff, and even the second time around, I was surprised at the mighty loot we hauled in. How amazed I was when the most expensiv... Read More

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The bee’s knees — or my knees-érables

By Evalyn Baron

I saw an X-ray of my right knee recently, and the poor cartilage-free joint has so many bone spurs, it needs to go galloping off into the sunset, wearing a jaunty cowboy hat for em... Read More

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A bowl of cherries? Sour grapes? Pick your fruit

By Evalyn Baron

When the sky is a bright canary yellow, I forget every cloud I’ve ever seen. So they call me a cockeyed optimist, immature and incurably green!” So sings the irrepressi... Read More

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It’s all in the details … Oscar, music, wine: Beauty

By Evalyn Baron

My senses are sated — for now at least — and the month of May, when all the buds are bursting (and all the allergies as well), is a fine time in this town for your senses to be... Read More

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I don’t want him, you can have him, he’s too … you name it … for me

By Evalyn Baron

My momma was a real Adlai Stevenson girl. A true-blue liberal with a good head on her shoulders and who read the papers every day. So to honor her birth of me this month, I’ve de... Read More

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