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“I’m going to kill myself”
No, I’m not suicidal. But my mother is. It’s sort of socially acceptable to have your elderly parent call you and complain about chest pain, or back pain, or even severe dementia. But, having a severe mental illness and wanting to end your own life? Not so socially acceptable. My sister and I have been…
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Our son’s gift to us
It’s the fourth night of Hanukkah. S has been fretting about making us a present, and tonight, he was determined. I got home late, after a long afternoon at clinic, and trying to reduce the growing pile of lab results and correspondence that has been accumulating in my mailbox. But, when I arrived home. I…
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Before the memories fade…
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Offending those we love…
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29/30 = 97% … not perfection
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Evolving silliness
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Melt-down morning
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Home again, home again, jiggitty jog!
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Our Shabbat-free Shabbat (cont’d)
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A shabbat-free shabbat
I noted on FaceBook today our dear friends who made every effort to get home from their Disney vacation in time for Shabbat. They, of course, planned ahead, and have everything ready to go (apparently), with some help from worthy accomplices. We are never so foresighted in our Shabbat planning. Not at home, and never…
