How to Raise a City Kid Years ago when our son was a toddler many of our friends began fleeing to the suburbs. They couldn’t imagine raising a child in Manhattan with all the dirt and crime. “But think of the culture!”, I would say. At the Met Museum five-year-old Noah, wide-eyed at Arms &…
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Suprise Me
How to Raise a City Kid
Prompted By City vs Suburbs
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How to Raise a City Kid Years ago when our son was a toddler many of our friends began fleeing to the suburbs. They couldn’t imagine raising a child in Manhattan with all the dirt and crime. “But think of the culture!”, I would say. At the Met Museum five-year-old Noah, wide-eyed at Arms &…
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Of Stamps and Notes
Prompted By Hobbies
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My first serious hobby was philately . . . I didn't know it as "philately" until Tom Lehrer rhymed it with Lady Chatterley.
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Saying Goodbye to Mom
Prompted By Trauma
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After my mother was pronounced dead, my sister-in-law handed me the diamond necklace Mom always wore.
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It’s All One
Prompted By Drugs and Alcohol
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It was a fall afternoon when Ron and his friend appeared with the acid and what the hell, we had nothing better to do.
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Traveling with crazy
Prompted By Travels
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I was always an attentive son, it was difficult at first to ignore my mom but I eventually got use to it. I learned to lie.
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“That’s funny.”
Prompted By Comedy
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I had one opportunity to spend a few days with my brother and some other road comics. The scene was southern California in the late 1980s. Hugh was working constantly--a lot of college campuses as well as comedy clubs.
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Why am I still on Facebook?
Prompted By Social Media Friendships
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"send cash" … or "send ash"
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A broken spirit, a repaired life
Prompted By Changed My Life
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Sometimes an interstate exit can lead you to a new life, even in the midst of tragedy.
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My Game Mother
Prompted By Games People Play
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My Game Mother When I was a child my grandmother owned a small hotel in the Catskills where my family spent idyllic summers. Sadly when I was 11 she was no longer able to run it and the hotel was sold. But when I think about the hotel, it seems only yesterday we were all…
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My Neighborhood – Both Actual and Virtual – And a Lost Tortoise
Prompted By Neighbors
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When we work together, there is a greater chance we can solve the problem, from rescuing a tortoise to tackling the huge issues that plague our neighborhoods and our country.
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