Category Archives: Moving On

#daylightsavingstime

My conversation with Adrienne about daylight savings time started on Instagram. Under her photo of scrambled eggs and coffee she wrote daylight savings is weird. #theend. When I commented I want my hour back she replied every year! Time for the … Continue reading

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Yom Kippur Afternoon

For five years — 2010 to 2014 — I did a blog post on or about Yom Kippur. I missed last year, I missed all of the High Holy Days last year. On Rosh Hashanah I was in Massachusetts with … Continue reading

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My Sister’s Chi

Today Chris would have celebrated her 65th birthday. Instead, those of us who love her are remembering her and honoring her, as sad as we are. But she’s also still here.  Chris was a committed practitioner of Qigong — postures, movement and breathing to … Continue reading

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The Fucking Firsts

My mother is still alive, a great blessing, though no easy thing for her.  Even healthy, being 91 takes a lot of courage — all the losses, the disobedient body that keeps getting older, the inevitable contraction of life as … Continue reading

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Artifacts

Announcing a New Son SCHAIN — a son, Eric Hiram, to Mr. and Mrs. Raphael Schain (Natalie Cohen, formerly of this city) of 911 Cooke Street, Waterbury, on January 2. On the back of the thickly laminated clipping, “Thank you for giving … Continue reading

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Applesauce

I pick apples, out of the trees, with a ladder now because the lower fruit is long gone, and off the ground, which is a treacherous carpet of drops that roll under my feet like ball bearings. I fill an … Continue reading

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A High Bar

  I wear my sister’s socks and shoes, her jeans and a heathered purple Ibex hooded wool sweatshirt, a perfect layer for these cooler days.  Other women around my sister have taken scarves, sweaters, jackets, hats, gloves, shoes, socks, shirts … Continue reading

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