If you dig down enough, the tender spots are still there. Betrayal runs deep. “Every time I call, her mom says she can’t come to the phone,” I shared with my own mother, confused.…
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If you dig down enough, the tender spots are still there. Betrayal runs deep. “Every time I call, her mom says she can’t come to the phone,” I shared with my own mother, confused.…
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“I can’t find the thing,” I spat into the phone. “Which thing?” my husband questioned me. “The thing. The thing! The thing that tightens the car seat!” My patience thin, I shouted into the…
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We wandered in and out of the rooms searching for treasure. Memories. A piece of history to carry with us. After my grandmother’s passing, the grandchildren were invited to her house to reminisce and…
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The streets were full with people going this way and that. I used my phone to track my way to the Contemporary Jewish Museum. Alan told me it was close by, and I thought…