First Christmas

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posted Dec 25, 2017


E. Marmer | Free to Navel Gaze This is not the story of the birth of Jesus, nor of a small child’s introduction to the wonders of Santa Claus.  No, this is the story of a New York Jewess of advanced middle age (me), finding herself for the first...

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Wide Open

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posted Nov 17, 2017


instagram.com@medicaltalks Recently, someone I know suggested that my last blog entry, “Message in a Bottle” was “oversharing.”  He went on further to ask whether I wrote it to be stroked and praised as a person of great understanding. He stated his concern that it might indicate a form of...

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Message in a Bottle

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posted Sep 8, 2017


Emma Hanquist, Artisit My daughter carries a heavy load of emotional scars. They come in part, of course, from all the regular wounds that all sensitive people endure, whether inflicted by others, or by one’s own hand, or received upon the usual stumbles and falls that plague all such...

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Old Friends

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posted Aug 10, 2017


I am so lucky as to have old friends. Old friends go all the way back to before you carried the weight of your world, or at least to before you carried all of it. They’ve stayed in your life despite all the shit you’ve done and they’ve done,...

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Memento

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posted Jul 22, 2017


  Forgive me, you must, for not remembering whether it was a ’60 or a ’61. The reason you must forgive me is that I loved that car. Not the first one, which was a year older…or was it younger? I really have no memory left for facts like...

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Declarations

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posted Jun 25, 2017


“Mom,” my sixteen-year-old daughter asked me one day, “did you know there’s a scale for sexual orientation, zero for exclusively heterosexual and six for exclusively homosexual?” A few seconds later she added, “I’m a three.” This was not news to me. She’d struggled quite openly for the past two...

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