One result of living alone for almost a year. In between writing my own work, I've been reading. My "new" pastime reminds me of my mom, who always had a book in her hands. She doesn't read anymore.
Last weekend I met an amazing woman. She is the cantor at the synagogue where my nephew was bar mitzvahed. When she found out we were from Philly, she came over to our table at the luncheon to play ‘Jewish...
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