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She would fold a towel and place it on the window sill, pull over a chair and then peer out the window. High above the Grand Concourse, she looked down and watched what was happening on the streets below. That was how my mother spent her afternoons once her chores were completed and before we […]
When this Judy Zeidler recipe appeared in this week’s Jewish Journal, the photo of one of the cookies featured reminded me of something my mother used to make. Pletzlach were large, flat, sugar-topped crackers that we ate right out of the oven, when she let me. These turned out to be more of the traditional […]
There are several important people in my life who turned 60 this year but next Saturday night we are celebrating Norm’s 60th. The kids are coming in, friends are coming over, and together we will light both Chanukkah candles and birthday candles. Norm wanted a party, a big party, surrounded by the people he loves. […]
I attended P.S.115, also called E.B.B., Elizabeth Barrett Browning, from K-8. It was a co-ed elementary school but once we hit middle school the boys were transferred out, and E.B.B was dubbed “everything but boys.” The school was walking distance from where we lived but there was a crossing guard, a flaming red-head named Irene, […]
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