I’ve lived a good and reasonably long life, and as this Jewish New Year begins, I’ve much to be grateful for….and for that, I am…
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I’ve lived a good and reasonably long life, and as this Jewish New Year begins, I’ve much to be grateful for….and for that, I am…
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In the last weeks of April, men wearing civilian clothes with a black diamond outlined in silver thread began appearing on Berlin’s streets. They were…
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Not a single regret. It was only a month. Day one, when we met so haphazardly, unintended and feeling our way through each day, toward…
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Robert Redford died last week and there’s been a lot in the media about his passion for independent filmmaking. That passion changed my life because,…
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Once I played a small plastic flute – it was called a “Tonette”—and it was similar, I think to another toy-like, recorder-like plastic flute called…
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The perfect love...that is what set off my giggles. You know that old jokey saying about when they passed out brains you must have been…
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I searched for the poem that I remembered, oddly, vaguely, from my first year of teaching at HTHS. It was Nancy Ellis, in my senior…
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Nordsee was angry that day. It was August but her waters were not calm. They flashed steel grey. Mutti, Agatha, Ernst, Frau Bleich, Sarah and…
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Before the ancient Hebrews could even start to schlepp those mighty tons of stone to their final destination - those monuments to a Pharaoh's hubris…
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My somewhat pompous Uncle Bill once explained to me that “Art” was more than drawing. I was around seven, an age when I listened to…
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I’ve begun the task, necessary, of packing my own suitcase for when you are the one leaving. Really just an old treasure trunk I’m placing…
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Agatha awoke. She was hungry. She made breakfast. One piece of toast and jam, no butter. Cold milk. Agatha was still hungry. Agatha knew that…
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