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  I wrote this poem seven years ago and it showed up in my Facebook feed this morning. The Door to Joy The door to joy stands always open to usher through each weary soul Whose feet have traversed the rocky path, sometimes stumbling Wondering if they will ever arrive or be destined to travel…

  I grew up in a religiously, culturally and gastronomically Jewish home in Willingboro, NJ which is a suburb of Philadelphia. Our family went to synagogue weekly, practiced holiday rituals,  lit the candles on Friday night, but kept kosher only when my paternal grandmother lived with us. I attended Hebrew school until I was 16.…

Tomorrow 21 years ago  (12/21/98) at 11:42 a.m. his heart stopped beating out the rhythm of life when the machines that had sustained him for 5 1/2 weeks was disconnected. The end of a long ordeal that came as a result of end stage liver disease/Hepatits C. Awaiting a transplant that never occurred. Years of…

  I have always enjoyed reading letters sent from family and friends as their year in review and all the (mostly) way cool things they have done. Call it a vicarious ride. I can imagine the pride felt with graduations and performances. I can visualize the places they have been while on the road. I…
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