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Unwanted HouseguestsI’m not a country girl by birth, though I am an animal lover. By legacy, my family jungle was, beyond a few exceptions, concrete. The…Jul 19, 2024A response icon2Jul 19, 2024A response icon2
Going Fishing?Last week I woke up on Long Island. The sun is out early in these warmer months, and I loved my Shabbat, but was ready to head home. I had…Jun 21, 2024A response icon1Jun 21, 2024A response icon1
Parallel Parking and Dial TonesThe Next GenerationJun 14, 2024A response icon1Jun 14, 2024A response icon1
The Weekly GrindTime empties from the day like water through a potted plant. On the other hand, when Friday rolls around, I’m right back at this Substack…Jun 7, 2024A response icon1Jun 7, 2024A response icon1