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Roth, Woody and Me: An Indignant Tale of Creative Lenses

I’ve been reading a lot in my early middle age.  Maybe to beat back boredom or loneliness.  Maybe to beat back a very fertile imagination that likes to focus on mortality. 4,254 more words

Feminism

Christmas Eve for the Jews

 by Amanda Ann Klein

The news had to be bad because the doctor, the one we had never met before, would not look at or speak to us as she led my mother and me through the hallways of the ICU, still decorated with the last gasps of a hospital Christmas.

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Fathers

I'm a dirty poor, no love for me!

I know I’m in a grown up relationship because my in-laws hate me.

A tattooed, working-class, single-mom, shiksa isn’t good enough for a boy from an affluent neighbourhood? 360 more words

Misfit Matriarch

Mississippi Mud


Shiksa with a blade
Who protects me with her draw
That’s a fucking friend.

Poetry

Happy and Merry

Nothing exciting ever comes in the mail. Sometimes there are rather enticing boxes left on our doorstep (thanks to Hautelook), but nothing exciting is ever delivered to the metal box barely large enough to contain a folded edition of the New York Times. 280 more words

Interfaith

A truly enviable woman...

“The signature of a truly enviable woman is the tenacity and continuity of her women friends.”
―from “Shiksa Goddess: (Or, How I Spent My Forties) Essays” By Wendy Wasserstein

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