Thanks to all of you who are asking for my blog address. I hope it encourages me to write early and often when Internet access is available. The guest bed is filled with clothes, and soon I will be choosing and tossing. I can’t believe this long-planned trip is less than two weeks away. Stay tuned!
(Adapted from an essay I wrote for our synagogue’s enewsletter) When Irv and I moved to Denver in 1970, we had no family here. So, our next-door neighbor kindly invited us for Thanksgiving dinner. And
(Inspired by my granddaughter’s poetry) I look in the mirror and see: Sprouting black mustache hairs, A creviced face and turkey neck, Bulging tummy, droopy breasts. My teenage granddaughter stands ne
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