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Oct.03.2011
God, Country and Family
People humiliated at work
To feed their children
God, Country and Family
Children free from school
So they can work in factories
God, Country and Family
The father leaves mother
And children
To Work abroad
God, Country and Family
People...
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Sep.30.2011
Favorite Pictures
Thrashing about in a repetitive dream rather like a DNA sequence ending in frayed telomeres affecting memory, I awoke wondering if I had imagined the people and events of my colorful life. If I had invented them. For months I had been working on a childhood memoir and needed...
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Sep.30.2011
I came across a cache of old photos And invitations to teenage parties "Dress in white" one said, with quotations From someone's wife, a famous writer In the nineteen-twenties When you're young you find inspiration In anyone who's ever gone And opened up a closing door She said: "We were never...
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Sep.30.2011
Benny's birth mother abandoned him during the Yom Kippur War in 1973. Who was she? God only knows. I was his baby nurse at theWIZO Baby Home in Jerusalem. Benny and I bonded instantly, each with our own need to give and receive love. Before Benny turned two, a good family adopted him and I have not...
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Sep.30.2011
There was a photo at my grandmother's house that was sacred. It was an ordinary enough picture that sat quietly in its frame alongside many other family photos. I first realized its inherent sacred qualities when it appeared time after time in other living rooms or hanging in hallways at the homes...
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Sep.30.2011
Favorite Photo Blog: "Celebration Photo"
I was thrilled to give birth to a son at 46 years old. I felt richly blessed for this gift of life, and that I became pregnant naturally. It was a long- time prayer of ten years before that has come true.
I gained well over 35 pounds during my...
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Sep.30.2011
I saw Stanley Burns's Sleeping Beauties at the counter of Dark Carnival many, many years. The collection of postmortem photographs shocked and startled me. Who would collect pictures of dead people? Who would buy a book of them? Fascinated, horrified, I closed the book cover...
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Sep.30.2011
There is magic in photographs, magic that preserves a moment in time when everything was good and we looked our best, or at least like we were having fun. It was a different time when photographs were not digitized and perfected by technology but an art perfected by someone who enjoyed the magic of...
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Sep.30.2011
Which is my favorite photo?
That's hard to say, the answer changes from moment to moment. I had prepped a certain picture to write about, but I look up, and there's my father in a relaxed pose, his weight on his left leg, he is leaning against a door post, his shirttails out, hands in pants'...
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Sep.30.2011
One night, during the first week of December, I came home after a therapy session and pulled a straight-back chair away from the kitchen table and sat down. All I wanted to do was sit there, looking at the view of the city lights. I was exhausted from the semester and couldn’t wait for...
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