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When I met my friend Rose she’d been a window for several years. She spoke lovingly about her late husband Bob and I soon learned he’d been her second husband. One day over lunch Rose and I were reminiscing about our past lives and she told me this story. She’d been very young when she…
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I’m a white woman who for years worked in a public high school in New York’s inner city – in fact in the infamous south Bronx of Fort Apache fame. I usually carpooled to work with fellow teachers but at times took the subway from my upper east-side Manhattan neighborhood . As you may know on…
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The Five and Dime When I was a kid there were two stores In my neighborhood we called the “five-and-dimes”. One was Woolworth which of course was a national chain, and the other was Fishers which I think was just a local store, Yet to my child’s sensibility they were both grand emporiums selling priceless…
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The Great Pickleball Noise War I was an adult when I started playing tennis seriously, but try as I might to ratchet up my game I seemed to have plateaued at intermediate level 3. I was too good to enjoy playing with beginners, and not good enough to play with advanced players who certainly didn’t…
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Ulysses Please don’t think I’m an insufferable literary snob if I tell you I’ve read Ulysses several times. But in fact I have, and I think it’s indeed a masterpiece, and not at all as hard to read and understand as you may have been led to believe. (See My Love Affair with James Joyce)…
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Mother’s Little Helper After a trouble-free pregnancy, and a complication-free C-section, I gave birth to a healthy baby boy. We hired a wonderful baby nurse to show us the ropes, we had loving grandparents living nearby, and I was on maternity leave from a job I loved that would wait for me when I…
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Washed Apple My father was a wonderful guy and I’ve shared many loving memories of him. (See My Father, the Outsider Artist, My Dad and the Word Processor, Saying Farewell to a Special Guy, and Six Pack) But he did have some strange food-related tastes and habits. Apples were his favorite fruit, and when…
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The Chair in the Courtyard
Prompted By Superstitions
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Fear of the Other
Prompted By Fears and Phobias
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A Glass Menagerie from the Five and Dime
Prompted By Shopping: Then and Now
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The Great Pickleball Noise War
Prompted By Silence
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Ulysses
Prompted By Books That Inspired Me
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Mother’s Little Helper
Prompted By Pills
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Washed Apple
Prompted By Acquired Tastes
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