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![]() I lost my father when I was ten-- his only child, his only daughter. It is only in recent times that I have pondered the importance of having a father...
Life After the Loss of a Spouse
How does one reach out to others, to give and to receive, if the very act of waking in the morning causes the pain of realizing one has loved and lost?
For a few moments, Lila and the seagull looked at each other, nothing more. And then, with a great flapping of his wings, the gull took to the sky. If she expected gratitude, there was none forthcoming, but it almost seemed as if her heart took flight wit...
He released his wife's hand, tapped my wrist as though to say, look, and pulled back his jacket sleeve just enough to show me that tattooed on his veiny, wrinkled skin were the numbers almost every living Jew recognizes...
During those many years, when asked who I was, or when being introduced to others, there was that long list of roles from which to select and identify the woman I had become. As a widow now, the list of the roles I play has become shorter and shorter...
My Husband's First Yahrtzeit
One year ago, my two sons, one daughter and I stood at his bedside to say goodbye to the man who had been the mainstay of our family...
I never cease to marvel how, along with the terror and the misery, we have produced a multitude of comics who set the groundwork for courage through humor...
As filling in this generational sandwich, I am constantly tested as well as blessed. Both my mother and my daughter color my life in different ways...
Her mother had given her a Jewish soul. But it was these four parents of her parents who reached across a generation to give her the gift of a Jewish heart...
There is little more painful than having to step up and watch the helplessness and anxiety of a surviving elderly parent...
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