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    Bridge Ladies Sometimes I think a meteor could strike the earth and wipe out mankind with the exception of my mother’s Bridge club — Roz, Bea, Bette, Rhoda, and Jackie — five Jewish octogenarians who continue to gather for lunch and Bridge on Mondays as they have for over fifty years. When I set out to learn about the women behind the matching outfits and accessories, I never expected to fall in love with them. This is the story of the ladies, their game, and most of all the ragged path that led me back to my mother.
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Forever’s Gonna Start Tonight

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Going to the Bridge Nationals in Reno with my mother tomorrow. I was hoping to have lost 14 pounds by now. I’ve only gained two. That’s an actual win if you feel me. Wish us luck, Rozzie baby and me. This book made a team of us.

Let’s the talk about the edge of sentimentality. How do you know when you’ve gone too far? Does Love mean never having to say you’re sorry for that metaphor?

 

7 Responses

  1. You’re KILLING me — the documentary filmmaker. Emailing betsy@dclagency.com.

  2. “This book made a team of us.” Love it. Good luck in Reno !

  3. Good luck! Bridge Nationals with your mother in Reno…? I love it!

    (Mom and I have a Scrabble addiction.)

  4. If it reads like a Hallmark card, you went too far. Happy endings may sell, but they don’t alter your consciousness like a tragedy.

    Have fun in Reno. Betting a bundle on The Golden State Warriors, especially a home game, could make your trip profitable indeed.

  5. Yes. All is well in the world.

  6. I usually know I’ve gone too far after I’ve gone there. It would help to know where the boundaries are before I cross them, but I don’t always. Know, that is. Or, for that matter, cross them.

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