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You should never say never!
As a physician, I am careful to avoid using either the word “always” or the word “never” when talking to patients about any health issues. Anything in life is possible, and nothing is predictable. A situation might seem hopeless may turn around and improve, and conversely, someone may be improving steadily and take a sudden…
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Changing perspective
How magic it is to simply change how you look at a situation or circumstance (are those two things really different?).
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Changing zip codes…
I moved from the suburbs of Rockville to the upscale urban neighborhood of Federal Hill (Baltimore) a little over a year ago, on April Fool’s Day of 2016, and then, one year later, I moved again to a quieter and less pretentious address in Reservoir Hill in Baltimore. The reactions to my various residential addresses…
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Visiting the past
I spent a week in Sunnyvale, CA, with my closest, dearest, longest-standing (don’t want to say oldest) friend, S, and her husband W/M (complicated). She and I met when we were 11 years old, and our first meeting was not auspicious. At least, not for me.
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Memories of past lives
I’ve been wandering around Palo Alto the past few days, seeking out my old haunts. And, seeking out my former residences. I had tallied 27 unique addresses that I had lived in for a minimum of 3 months, by the time I left home for college at the age of 17.
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Last night circling Fed Hill for a parking spot…
I’ll be moving at the end of the week. When I move, I will have a parking pad in the back of my new apartment, so that I won’t have to worry about where I’ll be parking my car. For the past year, I’ve lived in Federal Hill, on one of the main commercial streets…
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Building a Jewish Home—On My Own – Tablet Magazine
Source: Building a Jewish Home—On My Own – Tablet Magazine This story hit home for me, and then, while reading it, I was asked that the writer had been abandoned by her husband after only 7 months! My marriage had lasted 22 years before imploding. But, the notion of placing mezuzzot on my doorways in…
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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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Home again, home again, jiggitty jog!
We spent the entire day in the car. Our progress was delayed by traffic jams and multiple accidents, some of them frighteningly serious – we saw one car that had the entire top section squashed down – I can only hope the passengers survived, but it didn’t look good… We have been dealing with some…
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“I have a hurty froat”
It became clear to us in the middle of last night why J may have been so crabby and clingy the last couple of days, when he crawled into bed with us, and his whole body emanated heat! He complained of a sore throat (pronounced “froat” by him) two days ago, but he had no…