“Do you think my hair is falling out?” my sister asked. After going through a round of chemotherapy for lung cancer, hair loss would not be unexpected. She raked her fingers through her hair as she asked, and we both noticed the silver strands she now held in her hand. After a moment, I asked…
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Suprise Me
The Final Cut
Prompted By Haircuts
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“Do you think my hair is falling out?” my sister asked. After going through a round of chemotherapy for lung cancer, hair loss would not be unexpected. She raked her fingers through her hair as she asked, and we both noticed the silver strands she now held in her hand. After a moment, I asked…
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From the Horse’s Mouth
Prompted By Gossip
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An American family — myth, memory, imagination, and lies
Prompted By Family Myths
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One can only imagine the glories and horrors...
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A Very Bad Idea for an Auction
Prompted By Auctions and Raffles
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The plan was to recruit male volunteers to be “sold”, for a term of some hours, at a “slave auction”. It was 1967, in the middle of civil rights protests.
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Watching the Detectives
Prompted By What Are You Bingeing?
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I was never much of a TV watcher until two things happened. First, my son gave us a Roku. Second, the pandemic.
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Chocolate Pudding (& Other Delights)
Prompted By Comfort Food
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Some things never change. Like many of you, dear readers, I have a hoard of memorabilia. Mine includes early writing and poetry…most of it cringeworthy. That’s why it’s in my shed in a box labeled “TO SHRED OR DESTROY (without reading, please!)” For some reason I couldn’t (can’t!) seem to let it go…maybe I gleaned…
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Mr. Bienstock
Prompted By Embarrassment
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Second semester, senior year in high school. I walked into the first day of my last Social Studies class to be greeted by Norman Bienstock, a brand new teacher. This was his first job. He seated us according to a seating chart and called out our names, to put them with our faces and begin…
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Shovelers Anonymous
Prompted By Random Acts of Kindness
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"Can I help?" a woman's voice asked from behind me. A young woman had appeared with a shovel.
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No Turkey Dinner This Year
Prompted By Pandemic Holidays
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The winter of my discontent has arrived and I’m feeling exhausted and so sad. There is no turkey to carve.
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“Got A Cigarette?”
Prompted By The ER
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I remember seeing a policewoman in the open doorway.
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