When I set out to learn about my mother's bridge club, the Jewish octogenarians behind the matching outfits and accessories, I never expected to fall in love with them. This is the story of the ladies, their game, their gen, and the ragged path that led me back to my mother.Company christmas party tonight. Spent the day cleaning up, hanging lights, running out in the sleet to Bed, Bath and Beyond to pick some…beyond. A good turn out. Due to our younger agents, a younger crowd of writers came this year, many of whom sequestered themselves in a back office to smoke dope and whatever. Felt old, but happy, noticing as I type this red wine spilled on my keyboard. Happy holidays, everyone.
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Betsy Lerner 
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