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Poke-Nook, the Lost Glove, and My Cousin Isly by
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(After drafting this story,  I learned of the sudden death of our friend Arnie.  May his memory be a blessing.) Our poet and filmmaker friend Arnie Reisman was a regular panelist on Says You,  a witty NPR radio show about words.  Over the years learned a lot from Arnie and his literate pals.   For…
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Tennis Woes by
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Prompted By Hobbies

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I’ve written recently about my pickleball addiction and also about my long,  and rather lackluster tennis career and my parents’ unforgivable role in it.   (See Pickled) Here’s more about that disappointing chapter in my sporting life. My parents were both athletic,  in facf my father was a really good tennis player in his youth,  although…
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Ferdinand by
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Prompted By Children's Books

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“Once upon a time in Spain there was a little bull and his name was Ferdinand.”  So begins one of the most cherished children’s books of our time,  and my own childhood favorite. The Story of Ferdinand,  written by Munro Leaf and illustrated by Robert Lawson,   was published in 1936 while across the Atlantic…
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Distracted by
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Prompted By Attention Span

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I’m a big reader –  or at least I was.    (See Book Slut, or Why I’m in Six Book Clubs) Actually a therapist once questioned whether I had an attention deficit because I told him I was easily distracted. –  I invariably forget pots on the stove,  and my son is not the only one…
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Never Forget by
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Some of the things I witnessed 20 years ago during that awful September week in New York are seared in my memory and I’ll never forget. (See  9/11) The disbelief and horror as we watched TV news clips of a plane hitting the south tower of the World Trade Center,   then the tower in…
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The Parking Lot Seniority List by
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Prompted By Parking

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For many years until I retired I worked as the librarian at Jane Addams,   a small,  inner-city vocational high school in the infamous south Bronx.   True,  the neighborhood was sketchy,   and the local bank where many of us cashed our monthly paychecks was robbed a couple of times,  but our school was…
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Naval Funeral by
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Prompted By Attention Span

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My friends Tippy and Toppy had the fabled attention span of goldfish.  Whenever I made eye contact with them,   they’d meet my gaze for just a few seconds and then they’d turn away – as if they had bigger fish to fry. But they were dearly beloved friends and always  there for me –…
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Afternoon Tea at Hotel Wales by
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Prompted By Home Repair

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When Hurricane Sandy hit in 2012 our Manhattan apartment building was severely affected,  we were evacuated and moved to a Marriott hotel three blocks away for a few days .  (See Cooking with Gas) A few years earlier we also had to vacate when during a renovation the construction dust forced us out.  (See  (The Lion,…
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The Purloined Passport by
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Prompted By Senior Moments

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I pride myself on being organized,  in fact organizing became my second career!   (See Second Career) And altho I would tell my organizing clients to keep important documents in a desk or file cabinet,  for some reason I always kept my own passport in my dresser drawer. Several years ago our friend Ken told us…
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Bone of Contention by
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Prompted By Mealtime

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My mother never made much of a fuss over mealtimes,   nor did she take much pride in her own cooking – although I never remember a meal at her table that wasn’t delicious.  (See My Game Mother,   Still Life) She was a high school art teacher,   and came home every afternoon,  tied an apron…
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Country Living by
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Prompted By Home Repair

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 Although I grew up in a house,  most of my married life I’ve been a Manhattanite and an apartment dweller.  (See (The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe,  Cooking with Gas) However over the years we did spend many wonderful summers in houses at the beach.   (See The Great Hampton Babysitter Heist,  Skinny Dipping,  Menemsha…
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Skinny Dipping by
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Prompted By Nudity

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For several summers in our early,  married-without-children years we rented a beach house with our good friends J and K.   After a few years our friends – serious fishermen by then –  opted for the mountains instead and bought a house near a trout stream.  (See Catskill Weekend) We rented that wonderful beach house by…
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Going Back to Work by
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Prompted By Going to Work

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I was working as a high school librarian,   with an easy 20 minute highway commute,  when I discovered  I was pregnant.   I happily applied for a maternity leave and told my principal I’d be leaving a week or two before my mid-March due date.   And by that time – with my big…
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The One Who Got Away by
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Prompted By Dating

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Like all red-bloodied,  pubescent American girls of the 50s I certainly did my share of dating. In junior high school we started to pair off and with little information and probably more mis-information about the birds and the bees,  we experimented.   (My cowardly parents,   rather than having that embarrassing conversation,   gave me…
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Carousel by
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Although merry-go-rounds or carousels are usually found at state and county fairs,  the oldest platform carousel in the country,  Flying Horses,  is actually a permanent fixture in the charming town of Oak Bluffs on Martha’s Vineyard where we’ve spent many idyllic summer vacations.  (See Menemsha Sunset) When our son was young we often took him to…
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Male Cornea by
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Prompted By Senior Moments

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HIM,  upstairs:  “Do we have Alka Seltzer Plus?” ME,   downstairs:  “Yes,  it’s in the cabinet.” HIM,  upstairs:  “Where? ME,  downstairs:  “It’s in the cabinet in the white bin.” HIM,  upstairs:  “Where?” ME,  downstairs:  “It’s in the cabinet in the white bin on the left side.” HIM, from upstairs:   “Where?” ME,  downstairs getting hot…
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Mr Bucco and the Ginger Cat by
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Prompted By Home

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My parents’ first house was on a shady street in the Bronx bought after WW II on the GI bill.  My dad set up his medical practice on the first floor and we lived on the floor above.  (See also Fluffy, or How I Got My Dog,   Magnolia, The Story of a Garden,  and Parkchester, Celebrate…
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Piano Man – Remembering Herb by
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Prompted By That Summer

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My memories of that summer between college and grad school,  when I took a camp job with my friend Liz,  are bittersweet. Liz and I were co-counselors for a bunk of kids,  and I had also signed on as drama counselor.   When we arrived at camp I was introduced to Herb,  the music counselor I’d…
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Booktalker – Remembering Sandra by
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During my working life I put up with a lot of teasing about whether I fit the stereotype of a librarian.   If it meant a stern old lady with her hair in a bun and her finger on her lips,   it wasn’t me.   And it surely wasn’t Sandra Payne  –  for starters,…
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The Camper-Waitress Goes to the Fair by
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The summer my friend Stephanie and I were too old to be a campers but not old enough to be counselors,   we worked as camper-waitresses at a children’s camp in the Connecticut foothills.   Stephanie and I went on to become life-long friends,  but a friendship cut too short by her cancer death at…
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Pickled by
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Prompted By Hobbies

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For years I worked on my tennis game but I seemed to have plateaued somewhere between advanced beginner and intermediate.    I blame my parents of course for my lack of prowess as they apparently valued piano over tennis lessons for their kids.  (And by the way after all that money spent,  and those fights…
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Dolly and Me at the DMV by
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I was a fairly new school librarian myself when I got a position at the newly opened Harry S Truman HS in the Bronx.   There we were a library staff of three – Dorothy was head librarian,  and Ann and I were the young newbies –  but  it didn’t take us long to bond.…
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Tracing Our Roots by
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Prompted By Family Trips

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HERMINE & NAFTALI,  PARIS  circa 1939 I’ve written about a family trip we made years ago tracing my roots to Charleston,  South Carolina where my father was stationed during the war and where I was born.  (See Parkchester, Celebrate Me Home) More recently we traced my husband’s roots to the German city of Stuttgart where…
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44 Curzon Street by
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Prompted By Family Trips

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Our son Noah was 7 when we took him to London for the first time.   For our stay I  booked what was called a serviced flat at 44 Curzon Street in a lovely Mayfair neighborhood near Green Park. We arrived late in the evening with a very sleepy kid in tow,  and my husband Danny…
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Traveling Light by
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For years before leaving on a trip I’d make a list of what to pack:  6 prs underwear,  6 prs stockings/sox,  nightgown and bathrobe,  2 prs shoes,   1 skirt,  1 pr pants,  at least 4 tops,  1 sweater,  rainwear,  jacket or coat,  umbrella,  toiletries,  camera and film,  passport,   plane tix,   travelers  checks,…
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Menemsha Sunset by
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Like most of us I’m sure,   the one thing I can’t leave home without is my cell phone.   If I forget mine,  I rush back to get it,  don’t you? And thinking back to those pre-cell phone days,  I remember when we first got a car phone.   We were soon so used to…
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The Thin Green Line by
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Prompted By Recycling

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Although it can be time-consuming and a hassle,  I conscientiously recycle and I try to support organizations and legislation that advocate for environmental action to fight pollution and clean up the planet. I’ve been haunted by images of polar bears on melting ice caps;   and dead whales washing up on beaches with stomachs full…
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Fluffy and the Alligator Shoes by
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Playing with Fire by
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Prompted By In Trouble

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As a child I spent summers with my family at my grandmother’s small Catskills hotel.   (See My Game Mother,  My Heart Remembers My Grandmother’s Hotel ,  The Troubadour) One summer a family with a son about my age –  we both must have been 8 or 9 –  came to the hotel for a week…
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ASPCA by
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Prompted By Naming Pets

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“The cancer has spread.”  said the vet,  “It’s time to put her down if you don’t want the cat to suffer.”   So broken-hearted,  we said goodbye to our beloved Lucy Gray. Taking a walk a few days later we found ourselves in front of the ASPCA.  We looked at each other and without a…
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Turkey and Trimmings with Flu Shot by
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Prompted By Vaccination

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My dad’s been gone 20 years but lately I think about him more and more.  (See Saying Farewell to a Special Guy,   My Dad and the Word Processor) His birthday was November 26  and we would celebrate on Thanksgiving at my folks’ house,  usually with several aunts,  uncles and cousins  around the table. My…
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My Love Affair with James Joyce by
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Playwright Israel Horovitz was caught by several women who said  “Me too”,  and so was Prairie Home Companion creator Garrison Keillor;   filmmaker Woody Allen’s private life has been far from exemplary;   abstractionist Pablo Picasso and novelist Philip Roth were notorious womanizers;   the 17th century painter Caravaggio killed a man in a brawl;…
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I got shot! by
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Prompted By Vaccination

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Greeting du jour –  “Got your shots?” RetroFlash / Six Words Dana Susan Lehrman
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My Dad and the Word Processor by
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My dad was knowledgeable and proficient in so many areas,   we thought of him as a Renaissance man.  (See Saying Farewell to a Special Guy,   Six Pack) In fact during the last few decades of his life he was even writing his memoirs,  not with an eye to publication but for his own satisfaction.  …
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Kitchen Radio by
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Prompted By Remembering Radios

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Back in the 50s it seemed – much to my childish angst –  my parents were the last on our Bronx block to get a television set.   But of course we always had the radio. My dad was a self-taught classical pianist and we had what was then a state-of-the-art hifi system and radio…
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Stay-at-Home Mom by
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I was a young stay-at-home mom when we moved to Manhattan with our 9-month-old baby boy – a perfect confluence of time,  place,  and circumstance!   (See Aruba Nights, Chagall’s Cows, The Alphabet Wall, Reading with Hattie, Baking with Julia) In those early years Noah and I spent lots of time in the Carl Schurz Park playground,   the…
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Six Pack by
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Prompted By Manners

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When my mom retired she and my dad moved out of the city and bought a charming little house two blocks from the beach in the Rockaways where they had both grown up and first met.  (See Still Life) But my dad wasn’t ready to retire himself,  he always said that he wanted to die  “with…
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Birmingham by
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Prompted By Inequality

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On the evening of April 4, l968 my boyfriend called to tell me he had just heard on the news that Martin Luther King, Jr had been shot.   We cried together over the phone,  and during that call we decided to marry – our small way of bringing some joy back into a sorry…
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Play It Again, Sam by
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Prompted By Rewatchable Movies

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Rewatchable?  Round up the usual suspects. Retroflash / 6 Words Dana Susan Lehrman
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Precious by
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Prompted By Rewatchable Movies

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In 2010 the Oscar for Best Picture went to The Hurt Locker,  but in my book the award should have gone to one I was glad to watch a second time –  the nominated film Precious.   The film,  based on the young adult novel Push,  starred the amazing Gabourey Sidibe as Precious the abused…
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Only My Hairdresser Knows For Sure by
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Prompted By Haircuts

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Oops,  now everybody knows for sure! Retroflash / 6 Words Dana Susan Lehrman
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Milk and Honey by
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Prompted By Inequality

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FLU SEASON,  3:00am HE  (coughing,  wakes spouse)    “My throat’s killing me,  I think I need some warm milk and honey.” SHE  (sleepily)   “Oh, you poor boy,  I’ll go fix it.” She gets out of bed,  puts on her bathrobe and slippers,  and trudges off to the kitchen. TWO WEEKS LATER,  3:00am SHE  (coughing,…
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Look What They’ve Done to Your Pear, Milton Glaser! by
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Prompted By Pet Peeves

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Lynn Truss who wrote Eats,  Shoots and Leaves: the Zero Tolerance Approach to Punctuation  is a woman after my own heart.   She wishes for a ‘grammar police force’  that would hunt down and arrest merchants with ungrammatical signs on their storefronts and others who abuse the King’s English. I share her peeve and have another…
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New Leaf by
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Prompted By Anniversaries

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Over the years we’ve thrown some big milestone parties –  for my husband Danny’s 30th birthday,  our son Noah’s Bar Mitzvah,  our 25th anniversary,   Danny’s 60th at Yankee Stadium,  two  big housewarmings,  my retirement,   my 70th,  and probably a few more. Then a few years ago on a glorious June day we were…
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Valentine’s Day in Foggytown by
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Prompted By Valentine's Day

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Early in our marriage my husband had an opportunity to work at the London branch of his company and we didn’t hesitate to pack up and go!  (See Laundry Day in London,   Kinky Boots) We rented a cosy flat with a little garden in the back and settled into London life.  While Danny was at the…
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A Year of Loss by
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It’s hard to believe it’s been a year since the pandemic robbed us of life as we knew it. And in this frightful year I’ve lost several beloved friends.   Although it was cancer and heart disease that took them,  it was Covid that kept us from gathering together to mourn.   Zoom funerals and…
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Elbow Grease by
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“Use Ajax the foaming cleanser,  foams the dirt right down the drain.   You’ll stop paying the elbow tax,  when you start cleaning with Ajax!” As a kid I loved that silly jingle!   And in fact my mother always told us to use that proverbial elbow grease in whatever we did,  and not just…
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Book Slut, or Why I’m in Six Book Clubs by
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Prompted By Cliques and Clubs

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Most of my women friends are in a book club and some are even in two book clubs.  I’m in six.  I know that sounds a bit crazy,  but it really wasn’t my fault.  Here’s what happened. As a kid I loved to read,  in high school I was a staff editor for the literary…
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My Heart Remembers My Grandmother’s Hotel by
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Prompted By First Memory

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The leader of a writing workshop I took years ago asked us to think back to our earliest memories and write about a place our heart remembers.   I thought of my grandmother’s hotel in the Catskill Mountains in upstate New York where I spent childhood summers.  (See My Game Mother,   The Troubadour) When I was…
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Fluffy, or How I Got My Dog by
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Prompted By First Memory

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It’s hard to know if I actually remember some of the stories my parents would tell about my naughty or my endearing childhood antics,   or if I’ve simply heard them so often I think I remember them.  But how I got my puppy is something  I remember as if it happened yesterday. When I…
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A Life in Baseball Caps by
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Prompted By Hats

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Altho I can’t remember the specifics,  we each must have brought some head gear into the marriage.  (We eloped so surely there were no top hats or bridal veils in our luggage that day!) When we met we were both NY Yankee fans –  me legitimately so as a Bronx girl,  he counterintuitively as a…
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Bed and Breakfast by
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Prompted By Valentine's Day

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On their first wedded Valentine’s Day they had their first big fight.   Angry and hurt,  she ran out to her car before he could stop her. She drove several miles to the small country inn they’d often seen from the highway. To punish him and make him worry,  she promised herself she wouldn’t call.…
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Chagall’s Cows by
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When our son was a toddler many friends began fleeing Manhattan.  They couldn’t imagine raising a child amid all the dirt and crime. “But think of the culture!”,  I’d say. Noah at 5,  wide-eyed at the Mets’ Arm & Armor exhibit.   And making Purim masks at the Jewish Museum,  and model dinosaurs at the…
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Inaugural Poets by
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Prompted By Inaugurations

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“Tyrants fear the poet.”                                   Amanda Gorman JOHN KENNEDY and ROBERT FROST Inauguration Day 1961,  the handsome young president and the weathered New England poet,   both hatless in the DC January chill. “The land was ours,  before we…
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Good Girl by
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Prompted By Good Trouble

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As a kid I gave my parents little trouble and later showed only the usual rebellious teen spirit.  (They disapproved of guys I dated,  but that’s another story). And altho I’ve stood on picket lines,  argued  before the Corps of Engineers against ecologically disastrous city projects,  marched for good causes,  volunteered for a few,  and did…
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Reunion by
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Prompted By Reconnecting

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A few months ago I wrote about three places,  each of which I can claim as a home town.  (See Parkchester, Celebrate Me Home,  The Lady with the Torch,  Kente Cloth) I was born in Charleston, SC yet for most of my adult life I’ve lived on Manhattan’s eastside.  But the east Bronx neighborhood of Parkchester…
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Thanks for the Memories! by
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Prompted By Thank You

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How do I say thank you to four gals I’ve never met but feel I’ve known forever? – the Sacramento ringleader,  lawyer,  activist,  singer,  has a song title for every occasion – the big-hearted brunette from the Windy City,  blogger,  passionate educator,  kid whisperer – the Jersey girl now California techie,  science writer and editor…
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The Plug-In Drug by
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Most of my friends tell me they’ve been TV bingeing for years,  and now during lockdown it’s certainly the activity of choice.  So if that’s your guilty pleasure,  binge away. But I’ve never been much of a TV watcher,  and I couldn’t agree more with Marie Winn when in the 1970s she wrote about the problems…
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My Snowy Year in Buffalo by
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Prompted By Interviews

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In the mid-60s I was newly married and heading up to Buffalo, NY for a year while my husband completed med school.  I had just gotten my graduate library degree and applied to the Buffalo Dept of Ed for a school librarian’s job. I was interviewed at the school superintendent’s office by Mrs D who…
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Dear Younger Self by
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What a cutie!   But seriously I’m here to give you some advice. Be a more adventurous eater,  try the sushi. Don’t fight with your mother so much,  you’ll find out later she was usually right. Practice the piano so you can play something besides Fur Elyse. Don’t abandon your theatre dreams and someday you…
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Behind the Mask by
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Prompted By Hello Darkness

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Like all families,  ours at times has been an unwilling friend to darkness.   A medical officer in WW II,  my dad served on troop ships bringing soldiers to theaters of war and returning with the wounded and the dead,  and on a Stateside army base during those dark days I was born. And over…
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Holiday in Limbo by
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Prompted By Pandemic Holidays

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It’s hard to believe but with the passing of the generations I’m now the family matriarch. It’s not my great-uncle Sid leading Seder but my husband,  not my aunt Babs cooking Rosh Hashanah dinner but me,  not my dad carving the Thanksgiving turkey but my son. But will he this year?  A 4-5 hour drive…
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Skate Key by
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Prompted By Fads and Trends

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Home from school,  a hurried snack,  bread with both sides buttered,  chocolate milk,  an apple offered but rudely refused.   (“Don’t be fresh, young lady!”) Skates strapped over shoes,  no purse,  no house key,  no hanky,  just a skate key on a ribbon around her neck,  then out the door.  (“Be careful!”) Down the block,…
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The Troubadour by
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Prompted By Being Different

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I’ve written about my childhood summers at my grandmother’s small Catskill hotel.  (See My Game Mother and My Heart Remembers My Grandmother’s Hotel)  Here’s another memory. Once or twice every summer when I was very young,  an elderly man whom we called the Troubadour came to the hotel to spend an evening entertaining the guests with story…
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The Matzo Ball Spelling Bee by
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Prompted By Spelling

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On May 30, 2013  Arvind Mahankali beat out almost 300 other youngsters to win the Scripps National Spelling Bee.   Arvind,  a 13 year-old 8th grader from Bayside,  Queens and son of Indian immigrants,  was the first New York City winner in almost 20 years.   Interested in words and languages since he was in…
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Good Causes by
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Prompted By Volunteering

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When we moved to Manhattan’s Yorkville neighborhood in the mid-1970s I was a young mother on maternity leave at home with a one-year-old,  and every day,  weather permitting,  we’d find ourselves  across the street in Carl Schurz Park.   The park was named in 1910 for the German-born Secretary of the Interior at a time…
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Judy’s Last Gift by
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It’s not hyperbole to say my friend Judy was the most thoughtful and giving person I’ve ever known.  Rather than randomly kind,  Judy was always kind. I met her a few months after I started dating my husband Danny.   He and I had driven from New York to Boston to spend New Year’s Eve 1967…
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In the Abstract by
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In the early years of the 20th century a handful of European artists including the Russians Wassily Kandinsky and Kazimar Malevich,  the Dutchman Piet Mondrian,   and a lesser-known Swedish woman named Hilma af Klint began producing art with no attempt to represent external reality.   Rather,  they used shapes,  forms,  color,  and textures to…
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Rolling Stoned at the Garden by
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Prompted By Beatles vs Stones

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I’ve told you about my dalliance in a New York coffee shop with Paul McCartney (See My Favorite Beatle),  so now let me tell you about my night at the Garden with the Stones. Our friends Mary and Frank own a bakery and deli on Mott Street that supplies food to the concessions at Madison…
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Saying Farewell to a Special Guy by
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Prompted By Final Farewell

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My father Arthur was a very special guy.   He was widely knowledgable yet possessed an endearing naiveté;  a scientist by profession,  he was an artist and musician by avocation;  annoyingly stubborn at times yet always generous of spirit;  a profound thinker and also mischievous;  a punster and a teller of corny jokes,   my…
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The Fortune Cookie Candidate by
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As the most important presidential race of our lifetime approaches,  and we hold our collective breath,  I remember another trying time and another election,   although one that was relatively angst-free. When I was an undergrad at NYU Heights in the early ‘60s I really threw myself into college life.   (See Ghostwriting in the Family)…
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A Sign on the Doorpost by
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Our post-war Manhattan apartment building recently underwent a major renovation –   new elevators and new lobby furniture;   in the halls new carpeting,  wallpaper and lighting;  and new saddles,  bells and knobs for all our apartment doors. The construction company hired for the job sent a friendly crew of guys who enjoyed the chocolate…
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Cantor Gladys by
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Prompted By Final Farewell

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Gladys and I both lived uptown,   she on Manhattan’s westside and I on the east.   Yet we first met not in the city,   but in Lakeridge,  the Connecticut community where we both spent country weekends.   And once we discovered we both loved Scrabble,  we’d play together as often as we could,  and…
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Give Me the Low Tech Life! by
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What was life like before computers?   Well for one thing we had to look stuff up ourselves.   And in those days to change the channel or turn off the TV you actually had to get off the couch,  annoying as that sounds.     But at least back then you could make calls…
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Kinky Boots by
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Prompted By Shoes

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I’m not a big shopper or a fashionista,  but let me tell you about some boots I bought back in the 1970s in London where we were living for an all-too-brief,  magical time.    (See Laundry Day in London). One day I went shopping for some chic black leather boots that were then all the rage,…
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My Aunt, Dede Allen by
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Prompted By Fame

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I’ve always been very proud of my aunt Dede Allen.  Movie buffs may know her as a stellar film editor and a pioneer in what had been a male-dominated craft. Dede worked her way up in the film business,  starting as a production runner at Columbia Pictures,  then editing commercial and industrial films and eventually…
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Ghostwriting in the Family by
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Prompted By Rites of Passage

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When I was in high school I don’t remember anyone making a big fuss over college admissions.  In fact what I remember most about senior year was shopping for my college wardrobe with my mother,  walking around Greenwich Village with my friends,  and slow dancing to 50s rock ‘n’ roll in friends’ houses when their…
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Missing Pussycats by
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Prompted By Lost and Found

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JINX I love pussycats and when I was growing up we had a long succession of wonderful ones.   Our house had a lovely garden and those lucky cats had the best of both worlds – indoors and out. In fact one of my favorite cats was a tom named Jinx,  a dirty stay-out who prowled…
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Tales of the Scrabble Table by
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Prompted By Brain Games

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Brought to You by the Letter Y I love the game and that’s why the Scrabble gods watch over me. Last summer I was playing Scrabble with friends out on my deck.  After the game I folded the board and while I was sliding the tiles back into their little bag,  some slid off the…
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Front Row Seats by
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Prompted By Fame

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How do you get to Carnegie Hall?  Practice!   And if you’re really famous you get to Madison Square Garden. I’ve seen The Rolling Stones at the Garden and two years ago we were there for Paul Simon’s farewell concert.   And a few years before that my friend Vivian and I were at the…
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Still Life by
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Prompted By Lost and Found

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My mother Jessie was a damn good pinocle player. (See My Game Mother) But she was also a wonderful artist.   A fine arts major in college,  she later studied at New York’s renown Art Students League with the Russian-born artist  Raphael Soyer celebrated for his paintings of social realism. Jessie went on to teach art in…
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Magnolia, The Story of a Garden by
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Prompted By The Garden

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MAGNOLIA,  THE STORY OF A GARDEN After the war a young couple returned to New York from Charleston with their 2 year-old daughter and bought a house in the Bronx on the GI Bill.   (See Parkchester, Celebrate Me Home)   There was a wonderful grape arbor in the garden and the girl’s grandmother made wine with…
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Revelations by
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Prompted By Fame

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Fame well deserved came to a young African American choreographer one night in 1960 when he premiered a new work at the 92nd St Y.   The choreographer was 29 year-old Alvin Ailey,   and the piece was Revelations. Inspired by what Ailey called blood memories of his rural Texas childhood,  and by Negro spirituals,…
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Dirty Dishes by
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Prompted By I Swore I'd Never

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I have to admit I’m a bit of a neat freak,  and I’ve  always prided myself on being well organized.   Marie Kondo is my hero,  and in fact home organizing actually became my second career.  (See Second Career) And what I preached to my organizing clients,  I practiced.    I would never, ever leave…
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Take Care of Your Sister by
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Prompted By Birth Order

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I was my parents’ first child and had only one sibling,  my sister Laurie. My folks had always wanted a second child but after I was born my mother had trouble conceiving again.   Of course at the time I was too young to be told or to understand such things,   but years later I…
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Pitcher and Bowl by
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Prompted By Yard Sales

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I’m a sucker for pitchers and bowls. As you may know,  pitcher and bowl sets were first found in Victorian boudoirs where they were used as wash basins before the advent of indoor plumbing.  They’re still sought after as decorative pieces,  and I’ve always loved them. A few years ago I was in an antique…
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Catskill Weekend by
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Prompted By Forgiveness

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J was my husband’s college roommate and the two have been very close since then.   In fact J and his wife K are among our closest friends –  we’ve vacationed and travelled abroad together,  traditionally spend New Year’s Eve as a foursome,  and are always there to share each others’ joys and sorrows. Yet…
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Getting Woke by
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Prompted By Protests

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My folks, and my uncles and aunts were always politically active and die-hard liberals ,  and as children my sister and I and our cousins were used to hearing political rhetoric around the dinner table. Yet despite that red diaper babyhood,  I was seemingly apolitical and remained so well into my own adulthood .  …
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Parkchester, Celebrate Me Home by
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Prompted By My Hometown

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My hometown?  Like many of us I guess I can claim more than one –  born in Charleston, SC but bred in the Bronx with idyllic summers spent at our family-run hotel in the Catskills.  (See My Game Mother) Then after grad school a year upstate in snowy Buffalo, NY,  then back down for several…
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The Summer of My Discontent by
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Prompted By Pandemic Summer

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This was to be the summer I really worked on my tennis game,  and planted my garden earlier,  learned to play Mah Jongg,   and caught up on all those unread New Yorkers. And this was to be the summer I finally mastered the  barbecue,  and took out my old bike and checked the tires,…
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The Alphabet Wall by
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As you’ve surely noticed, when the last few generations of kids write,  they use block letters,  never cursive. In fact they don’t know how to write in cursive because unlike us Boomers,   they’ve never been taught.   Apparently over the years the pedagogical powers-that-be have decreed that penmanship and cursive writing were skills that…
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What Did You Do in the War, Daddy? by
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Prompted By Protests

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When our son was young he asked us if we were at Woodstock.  We had to say No,  but we didn’t have an answer when he asked,  Why not? He was disappointed.   I’m sure we went down a notch or two in his esteem. He never asked if we rode the Freedom Bus,  or…
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Kente Cloth by
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Prompted By My Hometown

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I live on Manhattan’s upper eastside across the street from Gracie Mansion,  the beautiful 1799 Federal- style house that overlooks the East River and is the residence of New York’s mayor and his family. On any given day I might see cops,  TV cameras, and angry protesters in front of the Mansion,  or buses dropping…
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The Lady with the Torch by
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Prompted By My Hometown

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Like many New Yorkers I’m sure,   I don’t take in the local sights unless out-of-towners are in town!   So when friends from China were visiting recently we decided to take them to the Statue of Liberty where I probably hadn’t been since I was a school kid. Tickets to tour the pedestal or climb…
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Soul Collage by
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Prompted By Memorabilia

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I retired over 10 years ago and since then I gained over 20 pounds,  and try as I might,  I couldn’t seem to lose them. It’s understandable – at my age loosing pounds and inches is hard,  I’m not a gym rat (in fact we have a treadmill in our apartment which collects dust),  …
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B. Smith by
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Prompted By Chance Encounters

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 I was so sorry to learn of the recent death of restaurateur Barbara Smith at age 70 after a decade-long and very public battle with Alzheimer’s.   She and her husband chronicled their years living with the disease in their book Before I Forget. I had followed Barbara’s career since she was a beautiful young model…
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Black Tie Optional by
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Prompted By Embarrassment

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Over the years I’ve found myself in the same embarrassing situation at least three times,  most recently this past December when we got a wedding invitation from friends. Their son was to be married on New Year’s Eve at a lovely Greenwich, Connecticut hotel,  so I knew it would be a gala affair.   And sure…
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Fernando’s Fritattas by
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Prompted By Recipes

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When my son Noah was in high school the headmaster announced the school would be participating in an exchange program with 20 students from Spain.  The Spanish kids would come to New York for a month,  and at a later date our students would go to Spain.  Families were asked to host and we volunteered.…
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Aunt Babs and Uncle Paul by
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Prompted By Aunts & Uncles

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I’ve written about all my aunts and uncles before. (See Call Me by Their Names) Here’s more about my wonderful aunt Babs and uncle Paul,  high school sweethearts who met as kids in the Rockaways. Family legend has it that when he was in medical school at NYU,  and Babs was at Skidmore College in upstate…
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Baby Shoes by
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Prompted By Memorabilia

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I’m not the sentimental type,  but when our son outgrew his first pair of baby shoes I decided to have them bronzed – separately. I gave one shoe to my mother-in-law who was then a widow,  and the other shoe to my parents. Years later when my mother-in-law died we took back her shoe,  and…
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Laundry Day in London by
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Prompted By Door-to-Door Sales

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Remembering gentler times when we weren’t so wary of door-to-door salesmen and had more trust in the kindness of strangers,  I think about laundry day in London. In the early 1970s my husband had the chance to work there for a year and we grabbed it! I took a leave of absence from my teaching…
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Comfort Food for Renee by
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Prompted By Recipes

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I met Renee about 25 years ago when we were both working as librarians in the Bronx – she at New York Public Library,  and I at Jane Addams High School. Renee had been trained as a book discussion leader,  and as part of NYPL’s outreach to schools program she came to the neighboring Lehman…
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Old Wives’ Tales by
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Prompted By Superstition

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I’d never put a hat on the bed. I hold my breathe when I drive past a cemetery. When I see a nun in a habit,  I pull on my buttons. I’d never walk under an open ladder. I always bring the cup to the kettle,  never the kettle to the cup. I never open…
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Sheltering in Place by
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Back in early February – which now seems a lifetime ago  – my husband Danny was told by his cardiologist that he would need surgery to correct a blocked carotid artery.  Of course I couldn’t resist chiding him that years of unhealthy snacking had finally caught up with him. Danny’s surgery was set for Tuesday,…
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(The Lion, The Witch, and) The Wardrobe by
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Prompted By Dreams

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Every New York apartment-dweller dreams of more living space,  and I was no  different! We moved into our 2 BR, 2 BATH, RIV VU upper eastside apartment when our son was less than a year old.  We loved  our building,  our local park,  and our neighborhood..  My husband’s office was in the E 40s,  and…
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White Shoulders for Aunt Frances by
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I’m from a small family and have always felt close to my aunts and uncles.  Now, like my parents,  they’re all gone. (For more about my family see  Call Me by Their Names) My parents were each the middle child of three, and both had strong bonds with their siblings and stayed close despite geography,…
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Hermine’s Morning Joe by
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I happen to be a tea drinker,  but I do like the smell of coffee brewing,  and when the coffee smells especially good I think of my mother-in-law Hermine. My mother was a very good cook,  but Hermine was an extraordinary one.   I,  on the other hand,  never prided myself much on my culinary…
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The Value of a Dollar by
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Prompted By Door-to-Door Sales

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I must admit I’ve never sold encyclopedias,  Fuller brushes,  or life insurance door-to-door,  and the closest I’ve ever come to being an Avon Lady was selling costume jewelry at Macys. When I was in college I lived at home and commuted to NYU.  Many of my high school friends also commuted to local colleges,  and…
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Theatre Dreams by
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Prompted By Dreams

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When I was very young my parents took me to see the original Broadway production of The King and I and I was spellbound.  I listened to the cast album for hours and I dreamed about growing up to be a famous actress. One of my adored great aunts was a star in the Yiddish theatre.…
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Cooking with Gas by
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Prompted By Close Calls

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“Now you’re cooking with gas.”,  my grandmother used to say.  I thought of her after Hurricane Sandy hit New York on October 29, 2012. Although we live uptown,  our proximity to the East River puts our apartment building in the city’s infamous flood zone A.  When Sandy made landfall that day,  rain and river water…
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Unleavened by
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Passover is a joyous holiday when we Jews celebrate our freedom from bondage in Egypt.  Every year at the Seder we retell the story of our ancestors who followed Moses across a desert in search of a new home in the Promised Land. The Bible tells us that these ancient Hebrews left in such haste…
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Passover Shopping List by
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As the Passover season approaches I often find  myself laughing over something that happened many years ago. We were having 18 for Seder,  and after calling the butcher to order lamb for my traditional stew,  I wrote out a long shopping list for everything else I needed,  and headed for the  supermarket. Not surprisingly,  the…
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And Things That Go Bump in the Night by
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It’s been one week since we started our unplanned Covid 19 quarantine/staycation and I’m still reeling with the disbelief and the worry.  And each day brings news of people we know or of well-known personalities who’ve been affected. Yesterday we learned of the coronavirus-related death at 81 of one of our greatest contemporary American playwrights,…
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9/11 by
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I’ll never forget the date my husband’s college roommate Joel came from Newton, Mass to spend a few days with us in New York – it was Monday,  September 10, 2001. On that Monday Joel drove down from Newton to JFK.  His cousin and her three kids were arriving from Israel and Joel picked them…
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Call Me by Their Names by
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Prompted By Nicknames

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My parents named me Dana after two relatives they never knew – my father’s grandmother Dinah who perished in czarist Russia,  and my mother’s uncle David who drowned as a teenager in the Rockaways. I like my name and never minded that it’s a bit uncommon, but it’s always disconcerting when people spell it wrong…
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Minyan – for Uncle Sol by
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Prompted By Finding Your Tribe

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I don’t think of myself as an especially spiritual person, but after the death of my husband’s uncle Sol,  I had a religious experience. Sol,  who died just short of his 96th birthday,  was a surrogate father of sorts to my husband,  and grandfather to our son,  and a much beloved presence in all our…
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Yad Vashem by
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Prompted By Finding Your Tribe

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I’m not a religious person but I’ve always been proud to be Jewish and deeply connected to my faith – and moreso when I’m in Israel. The summer before he graduated from high school,  my son Noah spent 6 weeks there at a scouting program run by the Israeli army called Chetz V’keshet  (Arrow and…
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Look for the Helpers – for Laurie by
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Prompted By Caregiving

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My sister Laurie spent the last two years of her life in a Rockville, MD nursing home –  at 59 she may have been the youngest patient there.  I was Laurie’s medical  decision-maker then and eventually her court-appointed legal guardian. Laurie was strikingly beautiful, her looks and her persona unforgettable.  I always thought of her…
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Birthday Calendar by
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(153 Stories)

Prompted By Leap Day

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When I was a kid I thought it was very special that the year I was born – 1944 – was a leap year and that it had not one but two 4’s in it! And I was proud that I was born in the leap month of February,  but I did wish my birthday…
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Aunt Miriam, Diva by
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Prompted By Family Myths

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My glamorous and beautiful great-aunt Miriam Elias lived a rather scandalous life,  or so goes the family legend! Miriam was born in 1897 near Kamenets Podolski, Ukraine in a small village near Odessa.   Her village,  she once told us, was very much like the fictional shtetl Anatevka  immortalized in Fiddler on the Roof.  Her…
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Reading with Hattie, Baking with Julia by
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When our son Noah was young he watched all the usual children’s TV shows of the time.  His favorites, as I remember were Sesame Street,  Mr Rogers, and The Electric Company. Watching The Electric Company,  Noah delighted in Morgan Freeman’s character Easy Reader, and Hattie Winston’s character Valerie the Librarian,  maybe because his own mother…
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Parlez-vous Francais? by
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(153 Stories)

Prompted By Retirement

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When I retired after my long and happy career as a New York City high school librarian I had many options.  I could apply for a waiver and return to work part-time at a city school, sharing the week with another librarian as some colleagues did.  I could apply to the public library for a…
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Wisdom in the Weeds by
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Prompted By Retirement

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When I retired friends asked me what I would do with all my free time. ”Oh, I don’t know “ I said,  “probably just more of the same things I enjoy – reading,  theatre,  travel,  tennis.” ”Why don’t you try something new,  try gardening,”  one friend suggested,  “it’s great physical exercise and surprisingly spiritual.  Try planting…
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Mr October by
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Prompted By Super Bowl

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Super Bowl,  Final Four,  World Series – it’s all the same to us sports widows, so here’s another sad tale! A few years ago my friends Pat and David and I were planning a reunion for our former teaching colleagues at Jane Addams,  the small inner-city high school where we first met in the 1980s.…
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Sports Fanatic by
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Prompted By Super Bowl

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This may not exactly be a Super Bowl story as we’re a baseball family,  but it’s as close as I can get! A few years ago our friend Jon called on a  Saturday morning.  It just happened to be the third day of the World Series. ”We haven’t seen you guys in awhile,  how about…
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Postcards from a Secret Admirer by
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Prompted By Snail Mail

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I don’t remember how it started, or which one of us sent the first one,  but when we were in junior high my best friend Stephanie and I began sending each other picture postcards that we’d sign “Love from your Secret Admirer”. I know it sounds like a silly adolescent game – which of course…
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Cherry Coke Redux by
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A story called CHERRY COKE I posted awhile ago at the prompt THE CRUSH seems to work here too,  so am posting again,  here’s the link. Cherry Coke
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Moving Day Blues by
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Prompted By Moving Day

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I haven’t moved very often in my life, in fact for the past 40 years we’ve lived in Manhattan in the same “7 rms, river view”.  We love our apartment, our building,  and our neighborhood,  and don’t plan to move any time soon. But over the years I’ve had the moving day blues when good…
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The Irishman by
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I must offer this quick take on The Irishman  and a plug for it’s re-recording sound mixer, my cousin Tom Fleischman! I’m proud to say Tom has won many awards including a 2012 Oscar for his work on the film Hugo, and has worked with Scorsese on many other films and loves the guy.  Here’s a link to…
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Second Career by
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Prompted By Get Organized

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I must admit I take little pride in my culinary skills,  am not a fashionista,  and may not be up on pop culture or as knowledgeable as I should be on world events,  but one thing I am is organized!,   Yet over the years little did I know that organizing would actually become my second…
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Bless the Bread by
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Prompted By The New Year

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A new year for many of us means a time to take stock,  to make resolutions,  or to once again start that illusive diet.  But for my son Noah it means the rock, jam-band Phish will be on tour at Madison Square Garden once again for several consecutive nights. A few years ago the New…
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Parasite and Roma by
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I love the movies and try to see all the good stuff. Last month I read the glowing reviews of Parasite ,  the new South Korean film directed by Bong Joon-Ho,  the Palme d’Or winner at Cannes.  And then when friend after friend after friend recommended it,  I was really intrigued and put it on top…
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Third Degree Burn by
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Prompted By Holidaze

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Last year at about this time I  burned the top of my foot.  It was very painful and it looked pretty bad,  and so I went to the dermatologist. He examined the wound and asked me how it had happened.   I was too embarrassed to tell him the whole truth,  and so I was…
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Early Thanksgiving by
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Prompted By Holidaze

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As I was preparing for Thanksgiving last month I thought about a Thanksgiving we celebrated several  seasons ago. That year as  November approached  I fretted over the many regrets I’d gotten in the past to my Thanksgiving invitations. One of my cousins and his family usually celebrated with his in-laws;  another often went to an…
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My Cousin Rick by
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Prompted By Cousins

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We were shocked some months ago to learn of the sudden death of my cousin Rick at age 66.  The family gathered in Rochester where Rick had lived, and several of us spoke at his moving memorial service. Since childhood my redheaded cousin had suffered a debilitating mental illness.  His devoted parents Mary June and…
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Retreat by
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Prompted By Cousins

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A dozen or so years ago my cousin Kathy called from DC and asked me to join her the following month for a Jewish women’s retreat. Because geography had always kept us apart,  spending a weekend with my cousin was wonderfully appealing and a women’s retreat would be a new experience for us both. Kathy…
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Surprise Party by
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Prompted By Surprise!

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When her husband Andrew was about to turn 40,   my friend Simi decided to throw him a big surprise party and she asked for my help. We were both stay-at-home moms then with plenty of free time on our hands for surprise party planning.  In fact for weeks before the party we must have…
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Bus Stop by
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(153 Stories)

Prompted By Ageism

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While I was waiting at 86th Street for the Fifth Avenue bus the other day, a young woman, probably in her 20s,  walked up to me and asked where she could get the limited. I told her the limited bus stop was about two blocks south,  and she thanked me and started walking down Fifth.…
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College Girl – for Aunt Hannah by
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Prompted By Ageism

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“One is never too old to learn.”,   Hannah told us when she announced she was starting college in her 80s. My husband’s aunt Hannah was the gentlest soul I’ve ever known.  No one in our family can remember her ever saying a harsh or an unkind word. Hannah and her siblings fled Hitler’s Germany…
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My Favorite Beatle by
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Prompted By The Crush

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Like every girl of my generation, I had a favorite Beatle and about a year ago we actually met! My husband and I were having lunch at Lexington Candy Shop on Lex & 83rd,  a favorite local coffeeshop.  The place prides itself on it’s celebrity patronage with signed photos on the walls of Woody Allen…
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Cherry Coke by
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Prompted By The Crush

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I must confess I often find myself googling my college crush. Actually M was more than a crush,  he was my steady boyfriend during my freshman and sophomore years,  until I took a camp job that following summer and met someone else.  But that’s another story. M was a class ahead of me and after…
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Library Lesson by
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Prompted By Libraries

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I can’t let this week’s Libraries prompt go without thinking about my time in library school. I was an English lit major in college and on track to teach high school English.  But an aunt and a family friend were librarians and they both encouraged me to consider that field.  It sounded perfect! I applied…
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West with the Night by
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Prompted By Libraries

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Walking down a tree-lined block in the East 80s the other day I passed a brownstone with a pretty patio fronting the street.  There on a small table someone had  left an open library book. Always curious about what others are reading,  I looked through the wrought iron gate to see the title – it…
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Magazines for the Principal by
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Prompted By Magazines

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I had a long and happy career as a school librarian,  the last years spent at Jane Addams,  a small vocational high school in the south Bronx.  The neighborhood was poor and rather sketchy,  and the students,  burdened with lives lived in those mean streets,  were sometimes difficult.  But our dedicated faculty strove to educate…
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The Diary of a Young Girl by
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Prompted By Libraries

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Among my friends and the distaff side of my family are many very accomplished women – doctors, nurses and therapists, a pharmacist and a research scientist, lawyers, two judges and a diplomat, a film editor, a TV producer and a theatrical director, several writers and artists, and a publisher and two poets. Also among them…
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Rosie and Milt, the Literary Lady and the Second-Story Man by
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Prompted By Hacks and Scams

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My uncle Milton wasn’t exactly a hardened criminal,  but the truth is he was once caught breaking and entering. Most of the time Milt was a mild-mannered, slightly absent-minded professor of chemistry at Smith College and lived with my aunt Roseanne in Northampton, Massachusetts in a wonderful Revolutionary-era house at the end of Poplar Hill…
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No Dice! by
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Prompted By Hacks and Scams

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Try as I might, in my seven decades – most of which were lived in New York City of all places – I can’t remember being the victim of any shady deals or crooked schemes. I never shot craps in Vegas nor have I even been to Foxwoods. I was never conned in a dark…
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Why I Blog by
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As this week’s prompt is Writers Choice I’ve chosen to write about writing!  Here’s a piece entitled Why I Blog that I originally posted several years ago on my own blog World Thru Brown Eyes. It could well be entitled Why I Write for MyRetrospect! One evening over a year ago, with no forethought that…
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Our Noisy Nanny by
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When my maternity leave came to an end and I was ready to go back to my teaching job, we knew we needed a nanny for our three- year old. Mary Rambatt had cleaned house for us weekly for years and we asked if she could care for Noah while I was at school.  Mary…
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The Great Hampton Babysitter Heist by
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When our son Noah was very young we spent several summers in the Hamptons in a rented house a short drive from both the beach and the town. One summer my husband Danny invited his business colleague Stan to join us for a weekend with his wife Lynn and their two sons. Noah was about…
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Aruba Nights by
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Somewhere among all the art work, photos,  and birthday cards I’ve saved over the years are a few sheets of drawing paper with crayoned sketches,  fastened together with string to make a little book – a precious  piece of memorabilia from my son’s childhood. Noah must have been about four when we took him on…
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My Game Mother by
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Prompted By Games People Play

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When I was a child my grandmother owned a small  hotel in the Catskills where my family spent idyllic summers.  Sadly when I was 11 she was no longer able to run it and the hotel was sold.  But when I think about the hotel, it seems only yesterday we were all there. My father…
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Fender Bender by
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Prompted By Road Rage

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Not quite a road rage tale,  but one that could have been! When my husband turned 60 he bought himself a birthday present – a light green Ford Thunderbird convertible.  Needless to say he loves that car,  and although I’d always thought of cars as basic transportation,  I must confess I love that T-bird too!…
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