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These Are My Mother’s Hands

Throughout my childhood I spent countless time at Marni’s house. Marni was my best friend and she and her family treated me as if I was one of their own. There was always a reserved spot for me up on the third floor when I wanted to sleep over and I had a space saved … Continued

When I Dip You Dip We Dip

Passover starts today.  Most people think this holiday is a big pain in the ass, but I actually like it.  I mean, clearly I’m not a fan of going a whole week without eating bread, but I try not to focus on that part.  The second all the matzah starts to bloat and back me … Continued

Homage to 81

[slideshow id=23] July 4, 1991.  I was nineteen.  My biggest problem in life was deciding where I’d go to watch the fireworks that night.  My second biggest problem was deciding what I’d wear. Then the phone rang and my view of the world as seen through rose colored glasses blurred.  My Dad had collapsed on … Continued