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101 uses for a thong panty
I belong to a swim club out here in suburbia. It’s a great class-leveler. People wearing tattoos that twine up their calves or their chests swim laps alongside doctors, lawyers, bankers, the president...
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my 9/11
Tonight, as I stand outside my house holding onto the dog’s leash, I can see a narrow beam of white light in the distance, piercing upwards through the veil of clouds into the heavens. It’s 9/11. That...
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those first-day-of-kindergarten blues
A couple of weeks ago, at 7:45 in the morning on a bright September day, Jude got on the school bus for the first time. He was wearing his green crocs and a Yankees baseball hat. He didn’t turn...
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lord of the fruit flies
It’s November, and we’re killing fruit flies. Where do they come from? Usually, I can blame the over-ripe bananas that I bring home from the second-rate fruit store, but not this time. I think they...
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the murder house
I know a murderer. Of course, I haven’t seen him since he was nine, the year I left Chicago for New York. The only memory I have of him is as a dark-haired little boy, chipping golf balls by himself on...
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the bad mother
My rabbit is building a nest. It’s a terrific nest, made from shredded newspaper and a pile of fluffy white fur that she pulled from her throat and chest. She’s been working on it for days, obsessively...
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no one takes home the chickens
They peep, the chicks, flapping up a cloud of dust with their sienna-colored wings, hopping from one jury-rigged roost to the next in the dog crate I’ve set up for them next to the rabbit hutch. When...
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9/11, again.
Two weeks ago, I took my children to visit the new 9/11 Memorial. With the unfinished buildings, and the noise and grit of construction going on all around us, I found no peace, just the trauma of...
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The Man in the Purple Speedo
In my little New Jersey town, there is a pool. On sweltering summer evenings, after the worst of the sun has passed, I stuff the kids into the minivan and instinctively head for water. While I park on...
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Driving Lessons
Originally published in The Jewish Standard on March 7, 2014 “Check your mirrors.” A few days ago, my son turned seventeen. Tomorrow, he takes his road test. And then he will take the car keys and...
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