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July 23, 2021

As I read Kay’s O’Brien’s article: A Player Raped Me, And I’ll Be Silent No Longer (The NYTimes June 27th,) I — as I suspect too many other women — identified with her story. And while, unlike Ms. O’Brien, I was lucky enough not to have my career and life altered by the rape and its aftermath, I know how you can escape into mind-numbing nothingness during an attack, all the while wondering if you stupidly did something to bring it upon yourself.

In 1963, not wanting a lovely evening to end, I invited my date up for coffee...

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I don’t know how many times over the last nine months—for that matter the last two years—I  have uttered the words, “What would I do without you?” I have said it to friends of long  standing. Said it to people with whom in the past I’d get together now and then but who have  come back into my life on a more regular basis. That those words turned out to be the title I  would eventually choose for my book of short stories was pure happenstance. My words weren’t said lightly...

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December 10, 2020

The last nine months have felt like one long never-ending sentence without commas or periods. One that has been filled with tumultuous waves of emotions, varying levels of anxiety, unexpected outbreaks of gut-wrenching sobs, as well as moments of rueful hilarity, all because of a pandemic that has upended our lives, taking with it an unfathomable number of them. And yet, here I am writing about...

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December 10, 2020

“Aren’t you excited?” friends asked a few days before my second shot of Moderna.

“Of course,” I answered, hoping they wouldn’t hear the heaviness in my voice or notice the forced smile on their phones’ screen. How to articulate the apprehension I was dealing with when I couldn’t fully explain it to myself? 

For months I’d looked forward to...

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Jun 20, 2017 · 5 min read

I conducted a full-day workshop yesterday. A few months ago I wouldn’t have thought it possible. Oh, not that I couldn’t run a workshop — I wouldn’t have accepted the job if I thought I couldn’t make it through the day. No, what surprised was how alive I felt. How much energy I had that day into the next. How I’d come back to a place I’d never expected to be again — at 79 no less! Obviously, I had to reevaluate...

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Aug 8, 2017 · 6 min read

The surprise came when she threw her arms around me. I hadn’t done anything special. Just helped her choose between two dresses she’d been obsessing about; the choice obvious once she put them on. In one she appeared school girlish; in the other grown up and elegant. Not that she isn’t a grownup. She’s in her early fifties, has two kids and a husband. As for elegant, well...

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Aug 21, 2017 · 7 min read

She came through the door all smiles — flowers in hand. She followed me through the short narrow entrance hall to my apartment. Clearly everything about her upbeat manner augured she was prepared to bestow a compliment on my digs. But the second she turned the corner...

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