I’ve never been big on sin. Sin belongs to a god thing full of good, evil, and punishment, straight-jacketing people with shame, and excommunicating so many nice things. Regardless of my godless stance, at age 11, I helped myself to three temptations. First, I sought out pictures of naked women in magazines, stolen from my…
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Suprise Me
The Lotus and the Schoolboy
Prompted By Temptation
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I’ve never been big on sin. Sin belongs to a god thing full of good, evil, and punishment, straight-jacketing people with shame, and excommunicating so many nice things. Regardless of my godless stance, at age 11, I helped myself to three temptations. First, I sought out pictures of naked women in magazines, stolen from my…
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Peace be with you
Prompted By 9/11 Twenty Years Later
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In September 2001 I lived in a country setting below converging flight paths into Boston. On the twelfth I went out to lie in the high grass, to scan the clear sky and to think. The emptiness. The silence. The peace. For this brief moment, the frenetic world I knew had stopped spinning—it was a…
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Temptation – My Battle to Resist Desserts
Prompted By Temptation
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My mother loved to bake, a trait I inherited. The only way to avoid sweet treats and baked breads at home is to deny myself the pleasure of creating them.
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An Afternoon With Mrs. Jack
Prompted By Art and Art Museums
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I took a course on Northern Renaissance painting with Professor Ludovico Borgo in my last semester at Brandeis. For our final project, we had to write a research paper on a painting from that era that we could visit in person. We had to analyze the provenance of the work, history of restorations, and research…
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Where I’m From
Prompted By Is Where I’m From Who I Am?
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WHERE I’M FROM inspired by a poem by George Ella Lyon I am from the old country: Belarus, Poland, running from the Cossacks The Lady with the Lamp: Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free I am from Far Rockaway, NY; St. Louis, Detroit I am from dill pickles,…
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Outta the West!
Prompted By Summer of Love
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We were going to a-go-go and the devil be damned.
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44 Curzon Street
Prompted By Travels
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44 Curzon Street Our son Noah was 7 when we took him to London for the first time. For our stay I booked what was called a serviced flat at 44 Curzon Street in a lovely Mayfair neighborhood near Green Park. We arrived late in the evening with a very sleepy kid in tow, and…
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Standing at the Crossroads*
Prompted By Changed My Life
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The world shook beneath my feet and I loved it.
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'Nuff said.
As Best Man...I was an ideal chauffeur.