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Friday Fictioneers: What’s Left

(Aaaand, once again, I forgot to add my post to the link up!) I missed a week, recovering from my trip to Israel and the March on Washington. Hard to wrap my brain around so many things right now… Thanks … Continue reading

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A Stream of Conscious Grief

I’m sitting on a plane, flying from Tel Aviv, Israel–– after visiting my daughter, son-in-law and my beautiful 17-month-old grandson. Leaving them is always brutal. While I’m there, I lose myself in a beautiful world of baby laughter, love and … Continue reading

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The Weight of Love

It’s been a year, on December 27th, since Luke died in my arms. It was time, but the time never seems right to say goodbye to a beloved friend and family member, a faithful protector and comrade, and keeper of … Continue reading

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Love, In Dog Years

For Luke, our much-loved yellow lab… our companion, our friend, my baby. He is 16 and has gone down hill rapidly this year. I realize we are very lucky; many dogs never live as long as Luke has. And yet, I … Continue reading

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I’ll Have A Blue Christmas Without You…

  I’ve always loved Christmas, and when I married Smart Guy and we agreed to raise our children in the Jewish faith, I embraced Hanukkah as well. For nearly 30 years, December has been a month of festivity and fun! … Continue reading

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One Year Later, On His Birthday, A Very Different Letter To My Father… (Not The Man Who Killed Him)

  One year ago, I published a letter on my blog: On My Father’s Birthday, A Letter to The Man Who Killed Him. It was Freshly Pressed and had nearly one thousand hits, in a few days. It was published … Continue reading

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What To Do When You See Your Dead Friend In The Produce Department

You go to the supermarket, to pick up a few things for dinner. You’re just passing the Gala apples and headed toward the brussel sprouts­­–– because you’re an adult, and you’ve learned to like them–– and there she is, your … Continue reading

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