Category Archives: childhood memories

Crossing Over

  “Let’s go across the street to visit Zaidy,” my mother usually said, at shul’s end every shabbat, when the sanctuary had completely emptied and all that remained in its echoing interior were my mother, sisters, and I, and a … Continue reading

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From There to Here, and Back

In memory of my grandfather, Yaakov Ben Yehuda Leib, whose 8th yahrzeit is tonight. Zaidy Yaakov sat at the head of the long dining room table, his body propped up in a wheeled-desk chair, his limbs encased by the arm … Continue reading

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The Robe

The bathrobe was the ugly color of unripened watermelon, the color that probably was first to hit the sales racks, after all the pinks, whites, and baby blues were sold out.  It was a Chanukah gift from my father to … Continue reading

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Mommy, Don’t Go

It was the night before my third birthday, and as my mother sat at the edge of my bed, gently stroking my hair and saying the evening prayer, Shema, with me, I wrapped my arms around her and pleaded with … Continue reading

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Lazy Leah

(I can’t really call this non-fiction.  It is based on true events, and some random memories I have, but I wove it all together in a way that made sense to tell the story.  This was a challenge to write, … Continue reading

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Sarah vs. Mrs. Friedberg (Take III)

“A man’s errors are his portals of discovery.”  –James Joyce I did not like my third grade teacher.  Things had been downhill for me after my second grade teacher died mid-year, and our replacement teacher just didn’t quite cut it, … Continue reading

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Ski Lodged

It was a cold, icy morning in New Hampshire, and as I stood at the base of the frosted mountain, strapped into my long, boney skis, peering up to where the mountain’s peak meets the sky, I wondered, Can I … Continue reading

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