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Lb Sun-Sentinel, Thursday, May 11, 1995 Section SHERRI WINSTON Commentary (d) c. A monthlong look at nutrition i-1' ZiN At age 58, Jack Young is in better shape than he was a decade ago. i Mind, body, spirit all get a workout in doctor's book By ELIZABETH RAHE Staff Writer is. 1 is day begins with 10 minutes of strength and stretching exercise, 15 minutes of meditation and his "green drink" a blenderful of fresh greens and sprouts. "Just call it a vegetable drink," says Jack Young, concerned the "green" may color him a zealot.

The Coral Gables physician and author of a new holistic fitness book titled Total Well Being doesn't want to intimidate the people he's trying to reach: those of us living what he calls the "typical American lifestyle." You know, Big Mac and fries with a side of stress, eaten on the run although there's no real running, much less walking, involved. He's trying to reach us because he was us 10 years ago an obsessive-compulsive perfectionist, a workaholic with lousy nutrition. When he hit his 40s, he began to get headaches, indigestion, muscle and joint pain and "a slew of other symptoms associated with my body's slow deterioration toward the degenerative diseases." Now at 58 with flat stomach, toned muscles and clear blue eyes he seems to have those degenerative diseases at bay. He appears to be living the life he espouses in his self -published book, a life of physical fitness, vegetarianism and spiritual connectedness. Although hundreds of diet and fitness books are published each year, Young's distinguishes itself with an integrated mind-body-spirit approach.

It's a 256-page spiral-bound how-to manual that, if dry in parts, nonetheless gives clear, PLEASE SEE YOUNG 6E Viveka Davis, left, is Wynonna, and Kathleen York is Naomi in NBC miniseries Love Can Build a Bridge, airing Sunday and Monday nights. A time to remember and to be like Mom A the taxi rumbles along Sanford Street, I steal a glance at my mommy. Hands crossed on her lap, legs crossed at the ankles, she iLm sits perfectly still. Her gaze is fixed out the window, searching. Carefully, I edge to the end of the seat.

I balance the coloring book in my lap along with a jumble of crayons. "How does she do it?" I wonder, stealing another quick peek at her legs. "How can she sit with her back so straight and still her feet reach all the way to the floor like that?" I'm pretty tall for 8 years old, but I can't do that. She turns in my direction, briefly, and I smile at her, then I lose her attention once again to life beyond the window. "One day," I say to myself.

"One day, I'll be able to do that, too The call On Dec. 18, 1993, 1 got a call from my dad with a simple message: "Your mother has 48 hours to live, you need to get home as soon as possible." It's the call you hope you never receive; the situation that nothing to that point has prepared you for. React, react, react. That's what you do all you can do. Within 12 hours I made it home, and within 48 hours she died in my arms.

The sterile blue hospital gown crinkled beneath my touch and her body felt oddly warm. Sometimes I pretend that as I sat watching her vital-signs fall with each electronic blip, she used her last strength to hold me, too. I know she didn't; but I like to think so. It was over so fast. She got sick just before Thanksgiving.

She died just before Christmas. Lung and liver cancer. It was as unexpected as a five-car pile up. No one planned for this. It has been almost a year now since my -first Day with no mother.

Alone. My family lives in Michigan and Virginia. We all coped the best we could. I sent a huge Mother's Day card and a gift to my mother's mother. I didn't want my grandmother to feel forgotten.

But time has passed, and memories of those waning hours in the hospital intermittently praying for more time with her and praying that she go so she would no longer feel pain have been replaced. She lives in a lingering scent of Chanel No. 5 always present when I would "borrow" her clothes. She lives in the smiling encouragement I feel when I buy veggies instead of chocolate. And she lives beyond my mirror, where with each passing year I've watched my face merge into hers.

That Mother's Day Huge trees line the street, and their leaves look like wings. We're almost home. Mommy is right on the edge of her seat. "Sit back in that seat, Sherri Denise," she says over her shoulder. I sit back against the scarred vinyl.

But she doesn't stop me completely. I cross my feet at the ankles. Only thing is, they don't even come close to reaching the floor. She reaches over and rubs the top of my hand. "You were a good girl in the doctor's office today," she says.

I know that'll be good for more books to read and color in. "We're here," the driver says, like we don't know our own house. This is my last chance. I try again, leaning forward, balancing the coloring book, the crayons. I want to sit just like her.

But before I can get it right, she tugs on my arm, helps me across the seat and leads me toward our house. I take a last look at the taxi as it disappears, then I look back at my mom. "One day," I repeat to myself, "I'll be just like you." One day. TT 1 4 if.1 I 1.Y" 1 1" Li. A 4 By TOM JICHA TVRadio Writer here are all kinds of devotions grace before and after meals, prayers before going to sleep and upon awakening.

Sunday night, in one American family, there will be a new variation: nravers before a miniseries. As thfv Hn nrinr to everv imDortant event in their Stirring biography depicts mother and daughter who lived the music they sang. Quentin Tarantino directs Noah Wyle and Anthony-Edwards in tonight's episode of ER. Tarantino nurtures Mother's Day 'ER' lives, Naomi Judd, her husband Larry and her daughters Wynonna and Ashley, who live on adjoining farms in Tennessee, will join hands and pray that America "gets" Naomi Wynonna: Love Can Build a Bridge, NBC's two-part dramatization of their lives. The hope, Naomi says, is that viewers will understand that the family participated in the miniseries not to put themselves on a pedestal but to take themselves down from one.

"What I want to do in the piece, By TOM JICHA TVRadio Writer uentin Tarantino has done for Mother's Day what Charlie Brown did for Christmas. The Oscar-winning director of Pulp Fiction has turned a joyful occasion into a nightmare. Tarantino was given the reins for the Mother's Day-oriented episode of ER airing tonight. Ray Recchi's column returns next Thursday. INSIDE ARTSENTERTAINMENT Seal, still riding the wave of success from his second album, comes to Sunrise Musical Theatre this what my whole life is about, is trying to make you realize that you've got an inner strength in you that you may not even know you have.

That I am no different than you. I'm not a magical being. None of us are born with our destiny stamped on our forehead. You've got to show the crap. You've got to show the lessons.

Life unfortunately gives us the tests first and the lessons later." In other words, if the Judds could make it in spite of everything that was working against them, you can, too. The most successful mother-daughter team ever doesn't just sing country music, they live it. Ahusive relationships, children It's a tribute to the spectacular success of the first-year NBC series that someone so hot would agree to do it. Tarantino needs episodic TV work like Donald Trump needs pizza commercials. Well, that might be a bad example Tarantino can write his own ticket these days.

Putting a man who revels in the grotesque in control of a show with a license to present an orgy of blood has frightening possibilities. However, Tarantino exhibits admirable restraint. His ER is no more grisly than most other episodes of the series. This is not to say Tarantino doesn't dabble in the gross and bizarre. A young man is impaled on a TV antenna; a troop of young scouts is afflicted with a mass outbreak of vomiting, flatulence and diarrhea; a seriously wounded female gang member is the prey in a follow-up attempt intended to finish the job, and the clearance of a choking victim's throat yields a revolting blockage.

There is also a scene that pays homage to one of the more macabre incidents in Pulp Fiction. A young woman is rushed in for treatment, her face having exploded into a PLEASE SEE TARANTINO 4E The real Naomi and Wynonna Judd at their farewell concert. Advice 2E Movie Times 6E TV Highlights 4E Comics T-BE Television 4E Horoscope 8E fei Source Line BROWARD S. PALM N. PALM DADE COUNTY BFACH BEACH COUNTY 623-5463 496-8463 625-0463 868-8463 CAtt.

AND A CATEGORY Bible Quote 7425 Gardening Tips 8020 Horoscopes 7710 Fashion Calendar 2880 born outside marriage, loveless marriages, adultery, divorce, hard times, fierce mother-daughter battles, even occasional happiness. It's all there and it's all true, Naomi says. She wrote the book on which the TV show Is based in longhand. Of course, there is plenty of music, with two dozen songs, several of them performed more than once. Six PLEASE SEE JUDDS 6E.