Shoe Poms

August 24, 2016

A big tragedy as of late was that these shoe pom-poms were sold out.  I swear, sometimes I feel like I live in a war zone, given all I go through…

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I don’t have the best kicks to go with these, though, so…

That Time I Traded Theater Tickets on Craigslist and Came Out Nearly Two Grand Ahead

August 22, 2016

This weekend, we had friends over for dinner, and we were talking about funny experiences on Craigslist, and I was reminded of the time five years ago when my friend KC and I traded two tickets to a play at BAM for a week on the North Fork of Long Island.  Below, the long winded account of our victory.  (Never did get featured in the Times, though, I’m reminded!)

The Ad


2 tickets to Streetcar Named Desire (BAM)

Date: 2009-12-02, 4:03PM EST

Reply to:

Two twenty-something Columbia grads have two extra tickets to see Cate Blanchett (directed by Bergman muse Liv Ullman) as Blanche in A Streetcar Named Desire at Brooklyn Academy of Music on Friday, December 11th at 7:30 PM. Will accept exchange for personalized gifts, written works, tickets to other performances including but not limited to: ballet, opera, theater, private art viewings, movies, promises of grand gestures, beautifully crafted love letters, a delicious meal at a restaurant, etc. Be creative!

The Sweet Underdogs

From:  Tom Wilzer <>


Date:   Wed, Dec 2, 2009 at 4:54 PM

Subject:           I want these tickets badly.


Dinner for two at the spotted pig, or somewhere else, if you’re vegetarian/vegan.

40% discount at Odin (men’s boutique) and Pas de Deux (women’s boutique).


My undying love and affection.


In person recitation of Queen Mab speech.


All can be yours if the tickets can be mine.


Thank you,

Grant Wheeler


From:              Elizabeth Knox <>

To:                  ID <>

Date:               Thu, Dec 3, 2009 at 12:20 AM

Subject:           Re: A Streetcar Named Desire


Wow! Okay and thank you for the quick response. I thought I would also let you know that my best friend who I went to Interlochen with (who is a very gifted poet) somehow meant an artist who was a friend of Frida Kahlos when she was down in Mexico, and teamed up with her to write poems about her work. You said your friend loved Salvador Dali, and these paintings with poems inspired by the artwork are one of kind. I also make fun, charm bracelets on ribbon. But the most popular bracelets I make, and the ones all my friends have are cuss bracelets. I get lots of fun colors and beads like turtles, whales, teddy bears, you know like kid stuff, and then you pick out your favorite cuss word in bright letters. They’re the best! Just thought I’d let you know what else I have to offer…hope to hear from you soon!


A Lovely Story


From:              Andrea Pasternak <>


Date:               Wed, Dec 2, 2009 at 5:04 PM

Subject:           2 tickets to Streetcar Named Desire (BAM)


You are very creative! Are you women or men? My boss is going to Streetcar tomorrow night because his daughter is organizing the gala at BAM. I am a legal secretary and could never dream of Streetcar, it is beyond my dreams.

I have never seen a live play before, though I read plays from the library and love literature. You must be brilliant to be Columbia grads. I admire your moxie.

I hope you find your hearts’ desire. I would love to know who you awarded them to, and what they bestowed upon you.


Andrea Pasternak


From:              ID <>

To:                  Andrea Pasternak <>

Date:               Wed, Dec 2, 2009 at 8:33 PM

Subject:           Re: 2 tickets to Streetcar Named Desire (BAM)


Hi Andrea,

That’s sweet of you, thanks! We’re female grads. The Gala sounds incredible too! Not that you included details but hey, Streetcar, Cate Blanchett, BAM, gala… what’s not to love?

I’ll be sure to tell you who wins the prize. We’ve had some cool responses thus far.

Get yourself to a live play STAT!




From:              Andrea Pasternak <>

To:                  Itinerant Daughter <>

Date:               Wed, Dec 2, 2009 at 9:07 PM

Subject:           RE: 2 tickets to Streetcar Named Desire (BAM)


Hi ID,


Thank you for your kind note. I am very lucky – I’m going to Streetcar! My boss, who is trustee of a philanthropic fund, asked the Development Director at BAM if she had a ticket left for me, and she did! I am absolutely thrilled. It’s so amazing.


All the best,




from    ID <>

to         Andrea Pasternak <>

date     Wed, Dec 2, 2009 at 9:09 PM

subject Re: 2 tickets to Streetcar Named Desire (BAM)


Have a great time!



A Sketchy Reply


From:              Claudette Davide <>


Date:               Wed, Dec 2, 2009 at 6:55 PM

Subject:           Tickets?


Our offer depend, partially, on:


are you men looking for women?

men looking for men?

women looking for men?


women looking for women?


Looking forward for a great exchange…




From:              ID <>

To:                  Claudette Davide <>

Date:               Wed, Dec 2, 2009 at 7:54 PM

Subject:           Re: Tickets?


Ha… we are women, but we’re not looking for anything sexual, so the recipients’ genders are irrelevant to us…


Though we do prefer pretty people to ugly ones.


The Strangest Responses


From:              Hillary Norris <>


Date:               Thu, Dec 3, 2009 at 4:22 PM

Subject:           2 tickets to Streetcar Named Desire (BAM)


Hi there,


I suspect you’ve been flooded with all sorts of colourful offers for those highly prized tix – but if not, consider the helpful services of an Australian veterinary pathologist (in training)! Do you have any dead pets you’d like an opinion on? Or live ones…? I’m looking for a reason to head to the city in a couple of weeks (and escape rainy Ithaca). I missed the Sydney Theatre Company’s Sydney shows of STND as I was on my way over here and would love a chance to see Cate Blanchett on stage. Let me know! And enjoy the show!






From:              S. B. Summers <>


Date:               Sun, Dec 6, 2009 at 2:55 PM

Subject:           Streetcar Named Desire





I would LOVE, LOVE, LOVE to have the two Streetcar Named Desire tickets you have for next Friday. Not to toot my own horn, but I happen to be an incredible baker and make a (vegan) ginger, macadamia, coconut carrot cake to die for! I’m also a public defender in the Bronx Family Court and would be happy to represent you in a child neglect or abuse case.😉 The gentleman who would be accompanying me is a scientist and could meet any of your chemistry needs (not an offer to make illicit substances, btw). That’s all I’ve got. If you have any specific requests, let me know!!





A Really Annoying Response


From:              Allen Parks <>


Date:               Sat, Dec 5, 2009 at 12:03 PM

Subject:           Streetcar tixs?


I’m not very creative unless you consider this as an opportunity to make a young woman/my incredible girlfriend a very happy person for Christmas.🙂


If that does anything for you, please let me know.




A Funny Response


From:              acyoung <>


Date:               Sat, Dec 5, 2009 at 12:49 PM

Subject:           street car tickets


I am willing to clean your house completely naked for these tickets.


The Curveball


From:              Sasha Attenberg <>


Date:               Sat, Dec 5, 2009 at 8:42 PM

Subject:           Streetcar offer…


Hello, I saw your offer on Craigslist…so how about this: I published a book on Tennessee Williams’ later plays some years ago called The Politics of Reputation, and have also edited and introduced a new volume of his later plays for New Directions Publishing titled The Traveling Companion, previously unpublished work from the 1960s, `70s, and `80s that came out last year…I can get you a copy of each, signed. I have been trying to get tickets to this production, and Tennessee’s last assistant and companion, John Uecker, has been trying as well…with no luck. We both think it’s important for us to see the play, and do want to go desperately.

Please let me know what you think…




Five Runners-Up


  1. From: alyssa lampisi <>


Date:               Sun, Dec 6, 2009 at 9:02 PM

Subject:           Streetcar named desire tix


We are two employees at the United Nations on short work assignment in NY and would love to see this play! We are stationed in countries that do not offer much in the way of cultural events, especially with award winning actors! This would make our NY visit the top of the pops! In exchange we can offer you two tour tickets to the United Nations building and we will take you to lunch in the private staff only delegates dining room as our guest where you can eat with UN dignitaries, possibly even the Secretary General will be there too.


Kindly let us know if our offer interests you!





  1. From: Nevalle Horace <>


Date:               Fri, Dec 4, 2009 at 7:13 PM

Subject:           Streetcar


Here’s my creative offer: I write crosswords for the NY Times (you can

google me to see my work). I will create for you and your seatmate a

personalized crossword puzzle all about you. Great for proposals,

anniversaries, etc. And I’ll put the word “Stella” in it too.


(I’m also a lawyer, so if some free legal services are more your speed…)





  1. From: Chung, Stephanie <>

To:                  “”

Date:               Fri, Dec 4, 2009 at 1:50 PM

Subject:           Tickets to Streetcar Named Desire (BAM)


How about a day of sailing any day you choose? Our 30 ft sailboat is docked in City Island (1 hr drive from the city).


Includes champagne and lunch on board (again your choice of food).


  1. From: Alanna Glass <>


Date:               Wed, Dec 2, 2009 at 5:14 PM

Subject:           2 tickets to Streetcar Named Desire (BAM)




I work at the American Museum of Natural History. I can get you unlimited free tickets to every show at the museum (planetarium movies, IMAX movies, special exhibitions, and behind the scenes tours of the exhibition department) for one full year!   My friend and I working here would love love love the tickets, and I really hope you like this museum so that this deal is enticing. Please let me know soon!!!!


Thank you very much!




  1. From: Delora Wieting <>


Date:               Fri, Dec 4, 2009 at 6:23 PM

Subject:           Tickets to Streetcar Named Desire (BAM)


Yes!!!! I love that you are looking for a creative trade. We are creatively willing to trade you a photograph of a dog named Stella AND a week (without us) in our house in Burlington Vermont on Lake Champlain… Or if you don’t care for travel, you could have two pounds of Small World coffee shipped to you every month for a year. We have a 3 bedroom place on Lake Champlain that you could enjoy almost any week of the year (except the week between Christmas and New Years). It’s a joyful place to be any time… But if you prefer to get jacked up on the best coffee in America (that’s right, we roast it!) we will happily share our beans for a year in exchange for theater tickets for a night. And, ofcourse, a photo of our four-legged Stella. What do you say? Say yes, and make new friends.


The Winner:


From:              SAVANNAH THOMPSON <>


Date:               Fri, Dec 4, 2009 at 4:41 PM

Subject:           Tickets to Streetcar Named Desire (BAM)


We would love to offer you a week at our waterfront cottage at Breezy Shores in Greenport, NY. It’s an adorable two bedroom looking across the water at Shelter Island. Fridge will be stocked with North Fork wine and cheese. (Obviously to be redeemed when the weather is warmer and you can really enjoy it!)




From:              Suborov, Pam <>


Date:               Thu, Dec 3, 2009 at 3:27 PM

Subject:           2 tickets to Streetcar Named Desire (BAM)


How about brand new books from my publishing company? Would make great Christmas gifts. Think of the money you’d save!


You can call me at 646xxxx or at work at 212xxxxx




The Rejection


From:              ID <>

To:                  Pam Suborov, and others

Date:               Sun, Dec 6, 2009 at 5:47 PM

Subject:           Streetcar Tickets


Hi everyone,


Thank you so much for responding to our exchange offer so thoughtfully and creatively! Unfortunately we’ve had to narrow down the contenders and thus are writing to tell you that you were not chosen. I highly recommend doing something like this if you find yourself with spare tickets; it will renew your faith in the communal artistic spirit! And forward it along to me, if you do, so I can return the favor with an epic poem!





The Challenge


From:              Pam Suborov <>

To:                  Itinerant Daughter <>

Date:               Mon, Dec 7, 2009 at 9:33 AM

subject:            Re: Streetcar Tickets


Thanks and what a kind note! Just curious… what offers did you get?

All the best for a happy holiday season,




From:              ID <>

To:                  “Suborov, Pam” <>

Date:               Mon, Dec 7, 2009 at 11:58 AM

Subject:           Re: Streetcar Tickets


Hey Pam,


Thank you! This has really been so much fun. Funnily enough, I work for a writer (am an aspiring one, myself) whose last two books were published by your company, so I have a hook up there already🙂. Right now we’re deciding between a year free at the Museum of Natural History (including all planetarium and IMAX shows!), a week at a house on the North Fork of Long Island, a week at a house on Lake Champlain in Burlington, Vermont, and a personal tour of the UN with lunch in the staff dining room. Also, Tennessee Williams’ final assistant and “companion” responded and wants to come, along with a scholar friend of his who wrote a book about Williams. This presents a bit of a literary moral dilemma, don’t you think?


Happy holidays to you!





From:              Suborov, Pam <>

To:                  ID <>

Date:               Mon, Dec 7, 2009 at 12:03 PM

Subject:           Re: Streetcar Tickets


I just love it! I am going to tell someone I know at the Times about this—I think it’s an article in the making.


Who do you work for that is published by HC? No moral dilemma really. Maybe you can get an autographed copy of something by Tennessee Williams…I’d take the North Fork (if it’s not in winter and after you see photos of the house) or the Museum of Natural History for a year. All IMAX and Planetarium shows? That’s worth a lot.


Books from HC seems like a wimpy proposal compared to what you’ve been offered! But if you’d like any books anyway for Christmas presents, let me know. Just because you sound like a good human being!


A Genius Idea


From:              Edith Thompson <>

To:                  Kelsey Osgood <>

Date:               Tue, Dec 8, 2009 at 3:50 PM

Subject:           Re: re


Your angle could be something about wanting free swag, tone down the artistic/altruistic endeavor & ramp up your curiosity in seeing what people might offer




Total cost for four tickets to Streetcar:                                                          $160


Total cost for one week in July at a sample 2-bedroom, 1 bath house in Greenport, Long Island, property 186858 listed on                                           $1950


Total cost for four bottles of 2007 Merlot from Bedell Cellars Winery in Cutchogue, New York:                                                                                                                          $25


Total cost for a “Picnic Special,” which includes 2 cheese selections, box of crackers, plastic utensils, plates, napkins, and a chunk of goat milk fudge from Catapano Dairy Farm in Peconic, New York:                                                                                                $20


Total cost:                                                                                                                   $1995


Profit =                                                                                                                       $1835



The One For Which We Would Be in the Most Debt


From:              Jasna Gorcik Miroslav <>


Date:               Wed, Dec 2, 2009 at 10:51 PM

Subject:           tickets fro Streetcar named desire



I just saw your ad, it is exceptional! I missed the play in DC and I would love to see it. Please let me know if tickets are still available. I can offer to pay for them, or can be your guide in Belgrade, Serbia, one of the cities everybody falls in love with, and/or in Herceg Novi in Montenegro, the city on the coast of the Adriatic see.


Best regards,



Total cost for Streetcar tickets:                                                                                  $160


Total cost (including tax) for round airfare to Belgrade, Serbia in May via                                                                                                         $1,153




Profit =                                                                                                                       $-993


The Product








Some Thoughts on the JonBenet Rams-aissance

August 19, 2016

We all know people are really into true crime these days.  I’m sure there are myriad think pieces I can read about this, but I don’t need a pundit to elaborate on the universal truth that humans adore blood, gore, and a sense of moral superiority.  Anyway, according to, it looks like the next big nineties murder to get the true crime docu-series treatment’s gonna be JonBenet Ramsey.  A few questions on that, and also the article itself.  Here are some excerpts:

“… rehashing the real-life Philip Roth novel that was the O.J. Simpson case proved a successful pursuit this year… “

How do you figure Philip Roth?

“Adding to the bubbling Ramsey craze redux is Dr. Phil McGraw, who is already counterprogramming the CBS series this week by teasing the first-ever interview with JonBenet’s brother, Burke, now 29, who was 9 at the time of the murder.”

Okay, this is the big one .  Some of you might know I’m a Burke truther, but that’s neither here nor there.  The real question is: you’re a very sought-after interview, and you go with DOCTOR PHIL?!  That’s extremely embarrassing.  Hit up a classier TV journalist like Barbara, if you have your pick.  Not sexual predator, litigation magnet, bad pet parent McGraw.  Sheesh.  Why don’t people consult me before they do things like this?

“Unlike either Simpson project, The Case of: JonBenet Ramsey won’t be camp drama or a higher-brow almost-academic exploration of the case. Instead, it looks more like a longer, bigger-budget 48 Hours. In a particularly fascinating stunt, CBS rebuilt the Ramsey family home in Boulder, Colorado—to scale—in a warehouse, for the purpose of revisiting the crime scene. But that’s not to say the show won’t smack as sordid or raise uneasy questions about repackaging and resensationalizing a child’s murder, conveniently, during September sweeps.”

Wait-–why is there a “but” after the announcement of the model house?!  If anything, to me that revelation indicates exactly that the show will “smack as sordid… ”


Hands Down the Most Ridiculous Story I’ve Ever Heard

August 15, 2016

From Radhanath Swami’s book The Journey Home: Autobiography of an American Swami, which chronicles Swami’s years traveling around India in search of a spiritual guru:

In Kandahar, the people greeted me warmly.  One man in particular, Hariz, took a special interest in me.  tall and well groomed, he was an educated man who had acquired wealth and respect in the trading business.  Through his economic ventures and holidays, he frequently traveled abroad.  After guiding me on a tour of Kandahar, he invited me into his spacious home.  One quiet night while we sat on his rooftop terrace engaged in a philosophical discussion, he calmly said, “Mr. Richard, please excuse me for a brief moment, I have an obligation to attend to.”  Suddenly, he jumped up from his chair, cocked his head to the moon and began to howl like a wolf, “Aaauuuwww, aaauuuwww, aaauuuwww.”  What was going on?  Had this distinguished gentleman gone mad?  He grabbed a long rope with a loop at the end, raced to the edge of his rooftop and hurled it down to the road.  What in the world was he doing?  With rapt attention, he slowly reeled the rope in.  To my amazement, he had fished up a wriggling rodent the size and shape of a ferret.  I watched in wonder.  This was a mongoose, which, it turned out, wandered the town by day, and each evening, responded to Hariz’s howl, by crawling into the loop of the rope, where he was hoisted up, and spent the night on the roof.  As my friend and I resumed speaking, I felt the mongoose scaling up my back with his sharp pointed claws.  He crawled under my long hair until he reached my head.  There, he burrowed himself in my thick locks, making his nest, and went to sleep.  Feeling his warm body deeply breathing on my head, I experienced another kind of culture shock.

I looked to my host for help.  “What do I do now?”

My friend laughed.  “Mr. Richard, he found a good nest in your hair.”

My neck felt as if it were breaking from his weight.  “Please take him off.”

Hariz became serious.  Under the starlit night, he sipped his tea and narrowed his eyes, warning me, “There is an ancient truth: Never wake up a sleeping mongoose.”  He set the teacup on the table and told me the animal was sacred to the ancient Egyptians.  “The mongoose is a ferocious killer when angered.  In battle, a mongoose will slay the cobra, the deadliest of serpents and symbol of death.”  Hariz sipped his tea again and leaned back, “If you suddenly wake him, he may tear your head to shreds.  Mr. Richard, do not even slightly move until he leaves on his own.”

Hours passed as I sat motionless, fearing for my life.  From time to time, the mongoose moved, digging his claws into my scalp.  Hariz could no longer stay awake, so with many apologies, he left to sleep.  I sat alone now.  That dark sleepless night in Kandahar seemed never to end.  My neck throbbed with pain, but I was too terrified to move.  The mongoose on my  head was like a time bomb that could explode at any second.  I was quickly losing the attachment I had to my long hair.  If only the immigration officers in England had acted on their threat to shave my head, life would be so much safer tonight.

I tried to console myself.  At least someone appreciated my hair!  But the mongoose had not come alone.  Ravenous insects started biting into my scalp, obliterating these noble thoughts.  Why was this happening to me?  Feeling my vulnerability, I strained to control my emotions.  Then, contemplating, I tried to make sense of it all.  I realized that our free will could convert a curse into a blessing or a blessing into a curse.  Yes, ludicrous as it was, this mongoose may have been sent to teach me the sacred virtue of patience and forbearance.  To bear difficulty and turn to God was a priceless blessing.  To transform a crisis into an opportunity was true wisdom.

The rest of the night was spent in an unusual state of gratitude.  Little did I know that what the mongoose taught me about crisis would give me strength in the hard times that awaited me.  By the time the sun finally rose, my uninvited guest had enjoyed a good six hours of sound sleep.  He awoke, crawled down my back, and jumped to the floor.  He then did something that moved my heart: the mongoose stared at me with an innocent affection as if thanking me for my hospitality.  turning from me, he crawled into the loop of the rope where Hariz, who had just awakened, lowered him down to the street for another day.

Hariz smiled at me.  “Mr. Richard, I beg forgiveness for the inconvenience you suffered.  Nothing like that ever happened in my home before.  But please be happy to know that in our culture it is a pious deed to offer hospitality to one of our mongooses and you did so without any of the mechanical formalities.  This morning he looked so happy and well rested.”

My aching neck numb from strain and sleeplessness, I considered his words.  Had I heard him say mongooses, in the plural?  I decided I really didn’t want to be around the next time he cocked his head toward the sky and howled like a wolf.  Scratching my bug bitten head and itching to move on, I sighed.  “Hariz, thank you very much.  You’ve already done so much for me.  But I think I best be on my way.”



August 8, 2016

That really scary thing where you’re trying to look up the prices for swimming packages at your local Y-ish place and you come across an Independent article from 1995 on the facilities that begins… :

A MOTHER and her two young children were found drowned in a leisure centre swimming pool in central London yesterday. Police said they were not looking for anyone else in connection with the deaths.

Their three bodies, all fully clothed, were discovered by a member of the staff in the main 25-metre pool at the Seymour Leisure Centre in Seymour Place, Marylebone, on arriving for work just before 7am.

I can find no information on whether they actually determined what happened (although it seems like there’s a likely explanation) and I really want to know.  Cruel aside: this would be a good opening for a horror flick.


August 7, 2016

I was away these past two weeks, in case you didn’t notice from my infrequent posting, but I’m back now (hooray!) to post more inane shit.  In the meantime, here’s the door of Tannaz Hazemi‘s apartment…


Find Me!

July 31, 2016

Last week, my husband and I went to visit Mont Saint Michel, an iconic island monastery in the muddy shores off Normandy.  For those of you who don’t know what it looks like––which I can’t imagine is many people––here’s a picture.


It was the kind of visit that reminds you of why it’s so stupid to call places “too touristy,” which someone did about MSM later that day.  There’s a reason so many people want to see a spot like this one.

Anyway, afterward I was doing a little Googling on the Fraternity of Jerusalem, the religious order that now lives there (the Benedictines were the original tenants, and were invited back in the nineties after exile post-French Revolution, but decided it was a little too bustling for them.)  I came upon the following from an article in the Telegraph.  Guess which part caught my eye:

“After many ups and downs – post-Revolution, the Mont was a jail – a religious presence returned to the rock in the Sixties. It is now maintained by monks and nuns from the Fraternity of Jerusalem. “There are two realities here, spiritual and tourist,” Sister Nathanaël told me. She had travelled widely as a commodities trader before taking holy orders. The realities meet up when Sister Nathanaël walks from her quarters up to the abbey church. She may be stopped two dozen times in 200yd by people with questions (“Is this place religious, then?”) or wishing to have photos taken with her. “The smile is vital,” she said. “And we usually manage it, but not absolutely always.” There are rewards. A visiting Japanese woman had recently been called to Christianity by St Michael. A medium on a retreat had renounced his spirit-contacting activity as displeasing to God.”

I must find this Japanese woman!  If you get this, reach out to me!  I’ll come to Japan to talk to you…

Other things I want: a pink ombre sweater and a French straw hat.  Ugh, I’m such a WORLDLY creature!


RIP Esti Weinstein

July 21, 2016

If you follow a certain beat, you have probably already read about the suicide of Esti Weinstein, 50, who left behind a short book detailing her life in the Gur sect of Hasidism and her eventual defection from the ultra-Orthodox world and subsequent estrangement from six of her seven daughters (one article says she had eight children, another cited the aforementioned number, so I’m unclear as to her exact number of offspring.)  The book has recently been acquired by a publishing house in Israel, but prior to the deal, it was downloadable online, so mournful and curious (mostly both) readers could learn about life as a Gur Hasid, which entails following restrictions around sex and modesty even beyond those rules followed by other Hasidic groups.  Obviously I downloaded the book, because what else am I doing with my life, and found the incredibly choppy translation to lend the work a kind of poetic tone that I’m not sure it  would otherwise have.  It reminded me, in some ways, of one of my favorite novels of the past five years, Eimear McBride’s A Girl is a Half-Formed Thing.  If you choose to read either Weinstein’s book or McBride’s, prepare to have your heart broken at least a bit.  (BTW, Weinstein’s manuscript was formatted, true to Hebrew, to the right side of the document, which I’ve tried to reproduce here to middling success.)


When you think about it, you could say that even then it was possible to guess the future.

1967 in


‘Mischief’ I, Desi-year-old, I did, passed by word of mouth and was the talk of the day. Grandmothers, aunts and children, all played with pleasure in the story of ‘Desi naughty breaking pole

Framework Playpen in Dodhfninh           And left free to the living room when she is holding the rod!

What were they thinking !? I’m stuck in a chicken coop closed room for hours, sit down and staring at the ceiling or on

Floor and wait for Aunt Pearl will finish scrub and wash the house, something that never ends !?

Never, never!

I Dessie.

As such, nothing will break or humbles me. And if that happens, it will be temporary. For

Ultimately, the Hadassah in me pick up again, renounces the gutter and find solutions!

But at the same time no one saw. Did not see me, and see the situations that can bring me to use many forces

Have been given them,

Even then they could identify the evidence “outside the box, that is, the coop!

The power to fight, to change, immediately finding solutions

And above all – the courage !!

The courage to break through barriers and go out to look for new ways.

And who knows how much courage as I need to get out of the coop at Aunt Pearl, clean freak,

Peace and order.

She played, but David Wolf! He did – –

Children and David Wolf are two parallel if they meet someone apparently broke down on the way, and it’s not David Wolf!

In my case, it did not I !!!

That I am brave, and if I have a goal – get to it, and if necessary, pay the price, with love!

And it was a short-term goal one year old baby.

Leave the coop to freedom.

freedom. A goal that began a year old but there is no doubt in me to this day, and probably will stay in my mind

And my heart

Until my last breath.



“I brought you some tea. Your husband told you prefer Earl Grey, but we have regular tea ..” The nurse told me a pale face and ponytail on her head rocked back, shiny black over white share knowledge days

More bright. She put a green plastic tray on a wooden chest to the left of my bed, it was a small plastic cup with blue handle and went on: “After you drink, and it seems you’re all right, you can get out of bed, Dr. Tamar Goldstein, Department of Psychological meet you call 10.00 Hadera, do not worry! I’m here. you are not alone! I’ll take you to her “.. she finished and left the room as long ponytail swinging

On her bottom up micro-expansion quotation disappeared at the entrance.

‘Oh, no coffee even here, I muttered to myself and arranged the scarf on my head modestly, pushing the

Rogue hairs dared to peek out and sat up on the bed to drink the tea sickening missing

Taste old blue plastic cup.

Woman sleeping at night sides of the room, the bed to the right of the door, entered the room like a whirlwind,

I stopped and surveyed her from head to toe, and how it is different from me,

‘She looks about my age’

This secular ‘

The general body was covered in pink pajamas thick semblance even wider .. hair

Curly apparently knew days of dark brown color, but over time it popped probably more gray hairs

Had never been painted, black eyes flickered restlessly while blinking fast .. suddenly stopped and looked at me cross, “Ohhh, finally woke up” !! Called me out loudly as if from her bed to the right

Door and my bed next to the window opposite the entrance there is a distance of three buildings, “I Flory! “Announced and opened a flood of questions and updates appropriate sales have been good friends

Years: “The first time here? This is my second home, unfortunately, I’m diagnosed manic depression, now I

In a fit of manic crazy, I know myself, know exactly what I have and when and was hospitalized

When I feel it coming .. my childhood, threatening, already know me, they do not come to visit when I

Here, waiting to feel better and then I go back to nostalgia ..


The strongly observant woman, right !?

Girls miss the most fun, huh !? Do you have children? You must have full children !!

It is clear that the strongly observant woman, your scarf right up to the eyes .. the strongly observant woman strong, right !? I had seen


Forgiveness, forgiveness, forgiveness “

Your husband .. Wow, he really righteous hardcore, true ..!?

Well what am I confusing you and rave difficulty arises from danger,

Investigation doubt supplier of speech ‘I answer their questions and answers myself and left the room.

‘The strongly observant woman, it is clear that the strongly observant woman. Your handkerchief to your eyes, my ears rang again Flory’s law, aiming instinct, I reached for my handkerchief and picked it up because my forehead, my other hand, I stroked his hair a bit and discovered that pops up at the bare head

Suddenly, on impulse, I pulled the scarf over my head, I let the black rubber band that held my hair, and I shook my head slowly from side to side, giving the hair soft surf on my shoulders

Lightly oh, a sense of delight and wrapped the body release

‘Day display! No more costumes! Loving voice said and gave me a hug

I am a new Hadassah. No more nurturing to the eyes, I chose another, and so it will remain! Encourages new decision I got up and walked to the bathroom first steps visible hair long and wavy, caressed my neck every step and made me feel all my being the word

At the time, became the long-awaited, and some individual moments of happiness, a reality:





July 15, 2016

Standing in an airport security line, amidst the stumbling iPhone zombies, is a boy, about nine or ten, intently reading Matilda.  At one point, he closes the book, clutches it to his chest, and begins almost stroking it.  “This book,” he says to his mother,”is the best book.”  G-d should bless me with a child like this!

Just Labs!

July 11, 2016

I don’t know why, but I feel like if you insert any word after “just” and then wrap it all up with an exclamation point, it’s funny.  I think maybe it comes from how in New York City, there’s a make-your-own-salad joint called Just Salad, which I think is the perfect combo of sad and funny (probably has something to do with the meme “Women Laughing Alone with Salad.”)  Anyway!  That listserv detailing grants and such for writers I subscribe to, featured the following listing last week.  I loved how they clarify that this is about your Labrador Retriever.  Because every lab has a story that DESERVES to be HEARD!

An award-winning, nationally recognized magazine that covers all aspects of the life of the Labrador retriever – your Labrador retriever. Based on the phenomenally popular book of the same name, Just Labs looks at not just life with a pet or life with a dog… but life with a Lab.


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