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When the Sopranos premiered, I was 20, not fist pumping in the dark media room of my large house in Greenwich. My gaze was deadlocked on this man of violence. I knew men of violence kinda secondhand kinda not.  Genetics is weird. When my sister sees things she hears music. When I hear music I […]

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Relatives 

I am on vacation visiting elderly and near elderly relatives. I have been listening intently to their manner of speech. It is delightful and familiar while also strange.  I overheard the following snippet during lunch today and did the ink sketches (my first) after lunch while they were resting.     My 84 year old relative […]