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A Confused Child

On an airplane flight some years ago, I had one of those candid conversations one has at times with a stranger. I was reading The Fellowship of the Rings, and our conversation began there, went on to good and evil, … Continue reading

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The Last Bar Mitzvah

Sometimes people whom I barely knew, people long dead, come to my mind. Their faces are indistinct, but I remember a yearning they expressed that, as a child, I was too young to understand. These memories come upon hearing songsā€”the … Continue reading

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My Family’s Tent Went to Woodstock

In the days that followed the 1992 riots in Los Angeles, I found I had little to say. I’d mutter some pessimism about us, as a society, never being able to progress forward. Then I found myself telling friends about … Continue reading

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Dancing at the Academy

There was a time when I was going to be a ballerina; there was a time when dancing spoke for my soul. But I don’t dance much anymore. I started dancing when I was four years old. Dance immediately became … Continue reading

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A House with Two Windows

I used to live in a house with two windows that looked out onto the elevated train tracks that ran above Broadway in Brooklyn. The tracks and Broadway ran west to the Williamsburg Bridge, which spanned to the island of … Continue reading

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