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Last Saturday I began my writing classes — seven people from all walks of life, mostly women getting together for the first time. We had fun.

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[DatePublished] => 2005-04-30 00:00:00 [ColumnID] => 135494 [Focus] => 0 [AuthorID] => 1805260 [AuthorName] => Barbara Gonzalez-Ventura [SectionName] => Modern Living [SectionUrl] => modern-living [URL] => ) [3] => Array ( [ArticleID] => 270949 [Title] => What’s it all about? [Summary] => What’s it all about? I ask, as I get up each morning to water the plants in my garden. I have chartreuse, red, purple, fuchsia and yellow orchids now in bloom. They add color and fragrance to my quiet life, a life so well lived alone. Is it worth the effort? Worth my while? Yes, a thousand times yes. I smile as I water my orchids yet again.
[DatePublished] => 2005-03-19 00:00:00 [ColumnID] => 135494 [Focus] => 0 [AuthorID] => 1805260 [AuthorName] => Barbara Gonzalez-Ventura [SectionName] => Modern Living [SectionUrl] => modern-living [URL] => ) [4] => Array ( [ArticleID] => 268938 [Title] => Keeping track of time [Summary] => What happens to time really? Is it always there, always the same for you? Does it adhere to a universal standard? Why is it that sometimes there seems to be so much of it and other times none at all? What happens to it? Sometimes you feel it lingering around you. You watch the clock. It hardly moves. You’re waiting for something to happens say at two o’clock, but the clock’s hands seem stuck together at one, unable to push each other away and two o’clock looks like it will never come. You feel dismayed believing you will wait forever. [DatePublished] => 2005-03-05 00:00:00 [ColumnID] => 135494 [Focus] => 0 [AuthorID] => 1805260 [AuthorName] => Barbara Gonzalez-Ventura [SectionName] => Modern Living [SectionUrl] => modern-living [URL] => ) [5] => Array ( [ArticleID] => 269070 [Title] => Keeping track of time [Summary] => What happens to time really? Is it always there, always the same for you? Does it adhere to a universal standard? Why is it that sometimes there seems to be so much of it and other times none at all? What happens to it? Sometimes you feel it lingering around you. You watch the clock. It hardly moves. You’re waiting for something to happens say at two o’clock, but the clock’s hands seem stuck together at one, unable to push each other away and two o’clock looks like it will never come. You feel dismayed believing you will wait forever. [DatePublished] => 2005-03-05 00:00:00 [ColumnID] => 135494 [Focus] => 0 [AuthorID] => 1805260 [AuthorName] => Barbara Gonzalez-Ventura [SectionName] => Modern Living [SectionUrl] => modern-living [URL] => ) ) )
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Last Saturday I began my writing classes — seven people from all walks of life, mostly women getting together for the first time. We had fun.

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