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August 28, 2010


Rita Zuidema

Dear Joan -- I could not read your "touch of Red" entry without getting goosebumps! Thank you with sharing her with us in your loving and touching way. Oh, that family will speak of US, when our time has come -- oh, that we'd hear things like this and share with others, our gratitude and feelings -- so well put.

Jerianna Keeley

That was beautiful. The seed doesn't fall far from the tree. Thanks.

Evan Bauer

Joan, that is lovely. I've had twenty-nine years without being able to tell a mother-in-law joke. Marge was always remarkably gracious and generous with her time, talent, and hospitality. I miss her so, but the best of her is always visible in you.

Kally Reynolds

Joan, Thank you for your post. After reading it, I "borrowed" your mother yesterday. I went to the Art Institute and while enjoying the many extraodinary paintings, I imagined your mother next to me, whispering her insights. As a result, the experience became much richer and less overwhelming. I sensed her pointing out to me the little "touches of red" and exactly where they were placed -- small touches in the tapistry of the artwork that I have would missed otherwise. I treasure how you compare her "touch of red" with her practice of kindness. At the end of the day, is this not the "touch of red" in all of us?

New Yorker

Thank you for this beautiful story of your mother. I am inspired to be more kind. I have red accents all through my home decorating, at one time even an entire "Mexican Chili Red" wall painted in my kitchen. Now when I see red color in my home, I will be reminded to slow down, take a deep breath, and choose kindness.

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