Tag Archives: growing up

the Quidnunc

Years ago, 50 years ago to be exact, our next door neighbor handed my mother a copy of a novel he had written. the Quidnunc, as he titled it, weighs in at over 1184 pages, precisely three and a half pounds … Continue reading

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Ready. Aim. Fire.

In commemoration of my sister’s birthday, which is today, I am reposting a story I wrote a couple years ago of one of my favorite stories of her and her irreverent self.  When we were young, every Memorial Day our … Continue reading

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“Knock Knock” by Daniel Beaty

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Well, so much for truth

Today I was looking at the back of my studio door where a package of Cuffettes hangs. These are plastic sleeves that were created for women to wear to keep their sleeves or lower arms clean while working. The plastic … Continue reading

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Lilacs at last

Neither my mother nor my father were very green-thumbed. In fact, my mother once asked a cement worker who was laying part of a driveway across the street, if he would cement over our backyard. He did. She was sick … Continue reading

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“They GREW you.”

My son, teaching English in Japan as part of the JET program, recently published the following on his facebook page (JTE stands for Japanese Teacher of English): JTE: IB, we love your parents! They are WONDERFUL! Me: hahaha Why? Have … Continue reading

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For Olivia

It’s Saturday. Saturdays rock for lots of reasons. No school. No commitments. Time for self. Time for family and friends. Growing up, I spent every Saturday at the Toledo Museum of Art, from the 4th or 5th grade through the … Continue reading

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Or not

Driving to school today, listening to NPR,  I was jolted by the name of one of the commentator’s whose first name was the same name as the man I almost married about 40 years ago. I surprised myself at this … Continue reading

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I have become the Cyclops

Today in minyan, a light beam from the windows struck me and my prayerbook. My mind drifted back to another light.  A long time ago. To our shtetl shul in Toledo — Sharei Zedeck, where the older women all sat upstairs, … Continue reading

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Beautiful inside and out

I’m not what you would call a fashion queen, though I do have my own distinct quality in how I dress. In fact, I am more like an anti-fashion queen. I sport a kind of world, folky, ethnic style. I … Continue reading

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