If the house is ever on fire I pray these make it out safely. Admittedly unprepossessing, they are my childhood stuffed toys. The doll I named Margie after my older cousin whom I thought the most beautiful of girls, and Rory, cause elephants roar, get it? Um, right. Mom made the little dress for Margie…
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Suprise Me
Cherished Charms
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If the house is ever on fire I pray these make it out safely. Admittedly unprepossessing, they are my childhood stuffed toys. The doll I named Margie after my older cousin whom I thought the most beautiful of girls, and Rory, cause elephants roar, get it? Um, right. Mom made the little dress for Margie…
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The Identity Roundabout: The Long Way Home
Prompted By Art’s Impact
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With the discovery of Jewish art and culture my heritage became more significant.
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Enter Stage Left: The Geek
Prompted By What We Wore
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Countin’ Flowers on the Wall
Prompted By Boredom
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“Shlog dein kup en vant!” This is as close as I can get to what my parents said to me in Yiddish when I was a child, if I ever said “I’m bored, what should I do?” It means “go bang your head against the wall.” It was said lovingly, and of course I knew…
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I asked myself …
Prompted By Libraries
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Training Pets: An Exercise In Futility
Prompted By Training Pets
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Ah, pets. Those adorable bundles of fur, feathers, or scales that waddle or paddle into your life, demanding cuddles and causing…
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Cincinnati
Prompted By Prejudice
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Cincinnati The great African American baseball legend Jackie Robinson was subject to unimaginable prejudice. Teams would bring up their Southern minor leaguers to taunt and insult him. One day during a game in Cincinnati, a border town to the former slave state of Kentucky, Robinson’s Dodger teammate, Louisville native Pee Wee Reese walked over to…
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I Wish I Knew Then What I Know Now
Prompted By My First Apartment
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Terry comes charging through the front door spewing tears and rage. “Janet just broke up with me!” he howls. And with one long wave of his arm, he sweeps dozens of beer and wine bottles off the kitchen counter and sends them crashing to the floor. The party grinds to a cheap, ugly close.
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