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The Surprise of What We Knew All Along
Oops. I forgot to post last Friday. I’ve cut down from every week to every-other-week, as some of readers may have noticed—but this is the first time since beginning this blog 18 months ago that I’ve completely forgotten. Last Friday, … Continue reading
Drawing Apples While the Germans Roll In
For years until her death in 2000, my mother and I would meet on Tuesdays at the same Japanese restaurant, before going to hear whoever was speaking that night at City Arts and Lectures. My mother always dressed to go … Continue reading
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Tagged 92nd Street Y, Afghan Women's Writing Project, AWWP, Cesar Chavez, City Arts and Lectures, Clockers, Day of the Oprichnik, drawing apples, Emile Zola, German troops marching into Paris, Glen Workshop, Herbst Theatre, Japanese restaurants, John Updike, Lindsey Crittenden, Melissa Pritchard, mother, novelist, Picasso, Richard Price, Rose Hips jeans, Skeptic Learns to Pray, smocked dress, sushi, Tom Wolfe, United Farm Workers, vanilla Yoo-Hoo, Vladimir Sorokin
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