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February 18, 2012

Liminal

By the time we crossed the Tappan Zee, Lilah was out cold and Cookie had either passed out or had decided the effrontery of a long car trip in the cat carrier was beyond his limited vocabulary.  The only sound from the backseat was Lilah’s occasional thumb-slurping. The boys were still in school in New Jersey even as I crossed through New York; their father would get them after school and take them skiing for the weekend while I met…

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February 13, 2012

I hate to go and miss this pretty sight

“Chicken Larissa.” The sign stands in the parking lot of Paul’s Diner on Route 46.  It’s an old-fashioned sign, the kind that must be set manually, but in our two-and-a-half years living here, I’ve never seen anyone changing it.  Yet, it changes twice a day.  Mornings, it’s something normal for a diner like “Chocolate-chip banana waffles.”  By mid-afternoon, however, it becomes the Twilight Zone of diner signs. I cannot understand how anyone would look at this sign and think, “Why,…

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February 8, 2012

Tabula Rasa

Jewish people are not buried in their favorite clothes.  We don’t have elaborate coffins or little trinkets to take with us to the next world.  We are wrapped in a simple white shroud and sent out of this world the way we came in: bare and alone. I question many things about Judaism, but the burial resonates with me. **** When I was about to turn ten years old, I moved into my grandparents’ two-bedroom condo on the canal in…

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