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.You made it to Day 3!!! If you missed a day, just jump back in. There is going to be a huge reward for the people who stick with it, which of course is the satisfaction of knowing you did it. I spent about fifteen minutes of my time going over the last few pages and making corrections. Then I hit upon a tangent and took it all the way down river. Generating new material is such a fucking drug. Maybe that’s why we keep doing it. To get a contact high off your own word bracelets.
Where is your story set? Mine’s in New Haven, New York, Pennsylvania, London, Arizona and the Keys.
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Betsy Lerner 
St. John’s, Newfoundland, the far eastern coast of Canada. A jewel of the earth.
St. John’s, Newfoundland. That’s where my brother was born. Our father would later refer to him as “The Goof from Newf.”
Today’s writing/editing? Boston and Cambridge
Hood River, Oregon.
Pediatric nursing home, Billerica, Massachusetts
Sacramento, CA, in the 1950s and 1970s.
The White House.
My, how you do get around, Betsy. Such is the enviable life of the NYC literary agent, I shouldn’t wonder. As for my tale, it is set in but one place — the West Texas town of El Paso.
Nash County, North Carolina.
Mostly Yonkers, New Haven and the Adirondacks. Southern Indiana, the length and breadth of the United States and a few other countries and continents make brief appearances.
Northern Ontario.
Connecticut and Maine
Paris, park Bois de Boulogne outside Paris and some brief backstory in New Hampshire.
In my head…