Tag Archives: Dwight Hooker

No More Art. Who Am I Kidding?

Posted on March 26, 2016 by Julie Hooker

Dwight’s oldest and dearest friends, Richard and Lois Kozlow, made us comfortable in their home in Birmingham, Michigan. Visiting their home was like going to an art museum. A prolific artist himself, Richard’s art was featured along with an eclectic … Continue reading →

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Ray was Right

Posted on July 27, 2015 by Julie Hooker

Ray was Right Our, and by our, I mean Dwight’s and my friend, Ray, was right. I suspect Dwight is smiling at that statement. Ray was rarely right. In fact, when his band played Margaritaville, they changed the lyric from … Continue reading →

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Vanity Fair

Posted on June 7, 2015 by Julie Hooker

When Dwight and I were in New York in the early Nineties, we were fortunate to wander into an Annie Leibovitz exhibit. We spent hours inside. Dwight pointed out how she used lighting to create texture. We subscribed to Vanity … Continue reading →

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Seeking Understanding

Posted on May 30, 2015 by Julie Hooker

Years ago, before sitting down to a colorful dinner of paella, the same dish Lois Kozlow served at my wedding, Sue’s daughter sang a song she wrote. Woke up this morning with a tear in my eye, So many memories … Continue reading →

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Pomegranates and Psychosis

Posted on May 16, 2015 by Julie Hooker

Psychosis and Pomegranates This week, one of the men working on my house, noticed two prints from T. Doskova on the wall. I have three of pieces of Tanya Doskova’s hanging in my home. (Tanya Doskova) Steve admired the pomegranate … Continue reading →

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Trigger #2: Bernese Mountain Dogs

Posted on May 9, 2015 by Julie Hooker

Every minute.  Every day. Triggers. The triggers “that drop like trapdoors,” throw me out of my “safe, sane world.”  But, they do not always drop me into a dark desolate place. More often than not, they snowball. Like rolling snow for … Continue reading →

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My Jewish Mother — Happy Mother’s Day, Lois!

Posted on May 9, 2015 by Julie Hooker

My Jewish Mother, Happy Mother’s Day I met my Jewish mother in Mexico. She invited Dwight and me to stay with her in San Miguel Allende. Lois and Richard traveled for his work. He was an artist. Somehow, even after … Continue reading →

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Trigger #1

Posted on May 6, 2015 by Julie Hooker

A few weeks ago, my friend, Heidi, our school librarian, the one who keeps our us from crossing that thin red line into barbarism, invited me to listen to Neil Gaiman at the Eccles Center. She had two seats in … Continue reading →

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My Late Husband

Posted on May 6, 2015 by Julie Hooker

Today, while my students created a poster with a summary of Neil Gaiman’s book, The Graveyard, I walked from group to group. Somehow, five 14-year-old boys ended up in a group together. When I stopped to review their vocabulary, one … Continue reading →

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The Hooker Trigger

Posted on April 19, 2015 by Julie Hooker

A day does not go by that without a trigger setting off an assortment of happy memories with Dwight. 10 Best Housing Designs If you were here, we would review, discuss, analyze, and celebrate. You will always be Frank Lloyd … Continue reading →

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