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September 22, 2013

More than a year ago, after an early morning appointment, I stopped for breakfast with just my Tribune for company. The friendly waiter took good care of me. As I was leaving he asked, "If you’re done with it, can I have your Opinion Section?"

Maybe he knew I’d be so...

June 30, 2013

One October night, late, I wrote my signature. I was tipsy, exhausted, and joyful.
 
Downstairs in the art gallery, our wedding reception was winding down. Upstairs, Chris and I and Paul Frisby, our friend and wedding officiant, put pen to paper.

"Don’t ruin my record...

April 21, 2013

Underarm laser hair removal! Purses! Botox! Cleaning products! These apparently are What a Woman Wants.

If there’s one thing I would not say about my woman friends, it’s that they’re obsessed with finding underarm hair solutions and bent on doing an even more awesome...

March 31, 2013

George W. Bush, now retired, thank God, has lately been home, making paintings of himself. In my favorite one, he’s in his bathtub. We see only his legs in the murky water, starting at about mid-thigh and going down past his toes, to the running faucet.
 
But a more su...

March 17, 2013

Wisteria. Fragrant, lovely, and a source of shade. Fond of all those qualities and seduced by a cool arbor at the nursery one sweltering day, we planted a wisteria in 2006. Over the next few years, it grew bigger and taller and sprawly, but never bloomed.

Finally doin...

January 20, 2013

Four couples sat in the late September air in a wonderful back yard, enjoying drinks and anticipating a delicious dinner. It was just a few weeks before an election that until then we had been sure would re-elect President Obama.

Lately, though, the confidence of many...

January 13, 2013

I first wrote about cancer long before I was diagnosed with it. In fact, I wrote several columns about it in one way or another: Breast Cancer Awareness Month, my mom, some friends.

Here’s something I said eight years ago in a column about my friend Jean: "Five years...

December 18, 2012

Frantic parents, slaughtered children. Adults who chose to devote their careers to teaching and caring, murdered. A community terrorized. Emotions raw.

It’s another shooting here in the USA.

The next steps have become rote and generic: initial reports with conflictin...

September 29, 2012

It’s been eight years since my mom died, and another five before that when she wasn’t living, if you know what I mean — and I know a lot of people know precisely what I mean, understanding dementia all too well.

Strangely, after all this time, three different mom-rela...

September 9, 2012

Someone once told me a certain charter school in Utah forbids sharing among its students, instead rebuking young children who offer to share.  Kids who express interest in something that belongs to someone else are told, “Get your own.”  

Maybe this is where Mitt...

September 2, 2012

Faux indignation was the main strategy at the Republican convention.  Anyone who watched President Obama flub a line of a talk in July, saying, “You didn’t build that,” understands he meant that no one builds their business alone, that the infrastructure inherent in be...

August 5, 2012

During the summer, an 8-year-old goes to work with his dad in a grimy used auto parts store in East Los Angeles.  His dad’s business is mostly online these days, so dad sits in the back office, posting parts for sale on e-Bay.  Out front in the store that almost no one...

July 15, 2012

July 4th parade in Huntsville, Utah, population 608. Parade entry: A limousine escorted by teens dressed as Secret Service agents, a white man in a suit wearing a Barack Obama mask. Signs on the limo disparage the president’s record.

Seeing this, I rushed to my office...

May 6, 2012

After you’ve seen an 11-year-old pallbearer shouldering his best friend’s casket, and after you’ve heard the story of his friend’s suicide, how he hanged himself in the closet of his family’s home, you can'’t really get the image — or the story — out of your mind.

I j...

April 22, 2012

I took Alice, my visiting mother-in-law, for a ride in the Avenues one day, heading to Hatch’s for a chocolate fix, when we stumbled upon a bicycle rack covered with knitting. The knitting encased the entire structure, kind of like a cocoon, in different-colored stripe...

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All of Barb Guy's columns appear here. There are 159 of them, beginning in 2003 and ending in 2013. The newest one is on top and you can work your way backwards if you like.