Walking down the street in Park Slope with Billy and the baby on Saturday night. Passing us, a middle-aged woman, short hair and glasses, crying, holding a slice of cake in a plastic container. Walking with her, a younger woman, …

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A year ago yesterday I went into labor. Thursday Thumper turns one. We have a (small) party to plan. We’re keeping it simple, just family, but even so my head is spinning a bit. Must have a little something to …

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A few years ago, you and I, my dear readers, compiled a list of our favorite books. I found some great books on that list that I hadn’t read. Now I’m wondering what you’re reading right now, or what you …

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Reading through your comments on the last post, Billy and I were reminded of the story of the Buddha and the mustard seed. Thanks to all of you.

My father died fourteen years ago today. He was only fifty years old. Last night I held my nearly one-year-old son as I lit a yarzheit candle. I couldn’t help but think that this isn’t how things were supposed to …

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