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.
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?
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Betsy Lerner 
You’re KILLING me — the documentary filmmaker. Emailing betsy@dclagency.com.
Yes!!!
“This book made a team of us.” Love it. Good luck in Reno !
Good luck! Bridge Nationals with your mother in Reno…? I love it!
(Mom and I have a Scrabble addiction.)
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.
Yes. All is well in the world.
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.