Me too

For some of us (the women of my generation), the recent revelations about Harvey Weinstein uncovered a cesspool we had been hoping to forget. It wasn’t just the truth about liberal Hollywood, though that truth did not surprise me. It was the bitter truth of those of us who had…

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Earth and Water, Fire and Ice

I was looking forward to my first trip to Iceland, but the island made an even more profound impression on me than I had anticipated. My first impression, driving up to the area commonly known as the ‘golden circle,’ was that of desolate planetary surfaces, dotted with rocks, alternating with…

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We shall overcome… someday

If my grandfather’s family hadn’t fled antisemitism in Europe in the early 19th century and built a new life in the United States, I wouldn’t be here now. This new country promised freedom from oppression and equal opportunity for all. Even then, it was a promise that could not be…

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Cynical

This could be seen as the sequel to my previous post (The Loss of Innocence). However, be forewarned that it shows a more cynical, less understanding side of my nature. There are aspects of human behavior that I cannot – or will not – understand or condone. I’ve always seen…

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The Loss of Innocence

We learn the story as children: how Adam and Eve ate of the fruit of knowledge and became afraid. They lost the Garden, where all life was perfect, and there was no pain in the world. A stronger metaphor for the loss of innocence in our lives can hardly be…

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Critical

I’ve been putting off writing a blog post for several weeks now. One reason is that I’ve been having trouble finding the right balance between the sensitive, empathetic side of me and my rational, critical nature. That balance is necessary in order to connect to a theme and, at the…

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The Past

Recently, I received (by way of my sister) many treasures and mementos that flooded me with memories of the past. The camera that my mother used from the early 50’s up until the day she couldn’t get parts for it anymore. Baby photos I’d never seen before. Baby photos taken…

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Love and Detachment

I watched as the hawk tore at the flesh of the young hare. The evening before, the young ones had emerged from the tall grass to play tag with their parents in the open field. Now, the two adult hares watched the hawk from the edge of the tall grass.…

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