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I’ve never completely understood my younger brother, Paul, even though I feel closer to him than anybody else in the world, excepting my wife and daughters. Paul and I shared…
My paternal grandfather, Jacob Fridman, a tailor, arrived at Ellis Island in 1908 unable to speak a word of English, and so when asked for his name probably mumbled…
In this frightening period of time where our political “leaders” demonstrate their disregard of all legal and moral guidelines, I feel the need to remember those former politicians who led…
My wife and I recently decided to give up red meat. We’ll eat more fish, and go vegetarian some days. Health, you know. It’s important at our advancing age. I…
So, here we are—2026. Scary but hopeful. If you’re still hanging on. Which I am, though with great trepidation. 2025 was such a brutal and outrageous slide for the country…
Well, it couldn’t be worse. 2025 was a bitch. (No offense to female pups.) Trump and his toadies turned every good thing upside down. I’m not now going to elaborate…
A short story Jack was hungover. He took a long drink of water directly from the faucet, then stared at himself in the bathroom mirror. When did I get so…
A life story We liked it in Seattle, had been there for 7 years, enough time for it to feel like home. We had lots of friends there too, and…
Please, please. Just when you think our demented leader can’t go any lower, he jumps right in and proves that there is no basement in this fool’s mind. What, indeed,…
Bubby came to live with us after Zayde (my grandfather) died, because she couldn’t manage on her own. Zayde was the one who had taken care of all the…
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