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Just how dreadful is it to say “um” and “like” to an audience
Mary Fung cured me from saying “um” when I was still a teenager. Here’s what she would do: Count out loud each time I said um Tell me how silly I sounded Tell anyone within earshot how silly I...
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Mom – I think I just saw something dark run across the room
I think it’s a mouse, says Noelle. What?! Um. Let me go look. She is in her nighty. Walks on tip toes, bends down, looks under the t.v. cabinet. Jumps up runs back and springs onto bed. Yes, it...
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The Toad…a Halloween story
No matter how hard I tried to sweet talk her out of it, Alysha wanted to be a toad. What about a witch – no. Simba the lion king – no. Ariel the little mermaid– no A ghost – no. no. no. But honey,...
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The Velvet Hammer Poem
Reid is my daugher Alysha’s boyfriend. He comes bearing gifts. An ornament for the tree from Denmark where he was studying abroad. And this poem that he wrote last night on his way to see The Elf...
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Hollyball or Bust
Prologue: The best and worst outfit I ever wore to the Hollyball was when I was President of WSTLA. It was an election year. We were fighting for the insurance fair conduct act. And if you added to...
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The legend of the little fighting Chinese mother lawyer psychic – MFK@80
Mary Fung Koehler is 80 today. So far, these are the lives that she has led: Child number 7 of 11 to immigrant parents Worker in the family Chinese restaurants in Chicago during the depression 3rd...
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Time Machine: did my college frosh prediction come true
Saturday morning. Am going through and dumping old files. The box catches my eye: “Business Junk – Old School Records.” All neatly organized. Typical. Find a two page writing sample entitled:...
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The One and Only Mary Fung Koehler
December 26, 1933 – April 26, 2016 I haven’t answered phone calls. Or returned emails or texts. I’ve just stayed in the cocoon of our close family. My sisters and brother, our children and in laws...
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And still I rise.
Do you want to see me broken? Bowed head and lowered eyes? Shoulders falling down like teardrops, Weakened by my soulful cries? Does my haughtiness offend you? Don’t you take it awful hard ‘Cause I...
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Specifically with respect to our daddy’s love
Let me count the ways… Answered every question thoughtfully – including if there really was a man in the moon. Gave us puzzles and calendars featuring photos of sperm taken with his electron...
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