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Apr.20.2011
Death and Taxes are inevitable. For some of us. Those of us who live in the real world. Like my housekeeper, I pay my taxes religiously, as do my kids' school teachers, the waiters at my favorite restaurant, my neighbors, and the mechanics who keep my car running. Then, there's the Corporate Elite...
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Feb.03.2011
Loss for me is not singular, though each one has a corresponding weight. I have lost teeth and hair and my ability to bear children. I'm losing my vision and memory and my facility with numbers and names. I have lost so many things; pieces of jewelry that I ached for, feeling I'd lost some part of...
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Oct.06.2010
  A Whole Hand   She turns the ashtray over. DaViD carved in crooked letters, thirteen years ago, when he was five, a whole hand! David shaped the ashtray just for her when he was small, back when she smoked, before he'd begun the defining act of leaving her. She handles it with care at the...
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Sep.15.2010
"We must become the change we want to see." ˆMahatma Gandhi Easy for him to say. I am still working on accepting what small change might be possible in me. 
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Feb.09.2010
Football was my faith of origin complete with foam finger, NFL altar and so many pictures of Joe Montana my parents’ housekeeper believed he was their son. Today, I am a recovered football fanatic. Perhaps it was the corporate greed, stadia name changes to honor egos rather than communities, Jerry...
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Oct.14.2009
>Follow the Yellow Brick Road   Growing up, I had a love/hate relationship with The Wizard of Oz. Watching it was an annual exercise in terror, wonder and delight. To see it in its glory--black and white until the poppy field’s fantastic, symbolic color—you had to go to the...
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Sep.24.2009
When my son was an infant, I’d lay in bed at night, my husband beside me warm and lost to the deepest of sleep, while I listened for the sound of our miracle in his crib--was that a cry? I’d tiptoe into his room and slip my finger under his nose to test for breathing. Stunned that someone so flawed...
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Jan.13.2009
It was with a sigh of relief that I packed away my solstice lights, the menorah, then dragged the Christmas tree to the curb. 2008 was an exhaustion. I lost a dear friend to cancer, battled with my own health issues, wrestled with midlife's many offerings, while one of my children was fighting...
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