Breasts and Blessings
I just got a call from my health insurance company informing me that it was time for a mammogram. “I really don’t need one,” I
Finding out the woman who sat at our dinner table was a Nazi.
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Field, and Chant, of DreamsIn the fall of 1972, when I was starting the third grade, I moved to London with my parents and my brothers for my father’s
“Control” Alternating with “Delete”Lisa Samick was 35 when she watched her younger sister, a new mother, die of metastatic breast cancer. Judah Schiller was 35 when he was
A Good Man Is Hard to FindFor my 61st birthday, I decided to buy myself a man. I do not mean that I resurrected slavery, nor did I hire a male
Family Matters: Back to SchoolIt is a sunny autumn morning and here I am, at 8:45, having sacrificed my leisurely coffee and toast breakfast, hurrying to catch my grandchildren’s
Family Matters: Match PointsLast August, as I celebrated my fifth wedding anniversary, I quietly marked another anniversary of sorts: half a decade of searching, meddling, advising, consoling, celebrating—andFamily Matters: New Love in an Old CityWho ever saw Jerusalem naked?/ Even archaeologists never did. —Yehuda Amichai Other than in Israeli poet Amichai’s works—and in the story of King David—Jerusalem is seldomFamily Matters: Under My SkinThere was always a jar of chicken fat in the refrigerator when I was growing up. Interesting stuff, chicken fat. It is solid but soft,
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