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The legacy stops here

I was speaking to a friend of mine one time – a Jewish father of a grown boy. I asked him if he would mind if his son married a non-Jew and his response was, “He knows who he is.” It had this omnipresent tone to it, even though in reality the man I was speaking to was pretty hip and although he was Jewish (almost obviously), his Jewishness never seemed to be top of…

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An angel called Mimi

When my mom was young, she had four little boys and two little girls and how she kept from going stark raving mad is impossible to know. But she did have a creative streak. We lived in an apartment on Louisiana Avenue Parkway and there was a big rotund water heater in our kitchen. My mom took a magic marker and drew a benign face and wrapped a frilly apron around it and called her…

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Making room for baby

I remember when mom was in the hospital she kept making a circular motion in the bed and telling the nurses she was making room for the baby. And she was. She left a big space in my life that a baby is filling up. In the meantime, everyone at the LaLa stopped their swirling motion of making room for a baby when the baby actually showed up – Gadzooks! It is quite amazing how…

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