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    Bridge Ladies 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.
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I Like the Way You Work It


To know what I think. To know what I feel. To amuse myself. To unspool myself. To keep secrets, truths, lies. To try on hats. To wrestle the world. To wrestle myself. To build a ladder to the stars and climb on every rung. Bran muffin, mail box, magnets, mole hills, chutes, ladders, left turns, dead ends, tables set with ceramic tureens in the shape of cabbages. Details whether god is in them or not.

Why write?

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  1. To make sense of my memories and preserve them. To let my children, grandchildren, and those who come after know what life was like and what I found important, funny, silly, relevant, etc… during my lifetime. To give them a glimpse of who they came from.

    I write because it’s easier to sort things out when they’re on paper. Solid. Concrete. Not just floating around in my head.

    To share my thoughts and ideas with others in hopes that they will share theirs with me.

    Because I love words and I love stringing them out and rearranging them until they say exactly what I mean. That’s so, so satisfying.

    I suck at painting with paint so I have to do it with words instead.

  2. To comb out snarls then coiff it.

  3. To get to the other side.

  4. To gain perspective and make sense of the world. I am a child ….

  5. hey gang
    i been hanging out here for a while
    you know how social media is
    if a regular goes radio silent without explanation
    others may worry
    me, i had a stroke
    i’m out of hospital and back home now
    but i’m out of the writing game for a while
    stay beautiful and true
    i send you love and kisses

    • Oh, Tetman! I’m so sorry to hear this. I’ll be thinking about you and worrying so check in when you feel up to it.


    • Dear Tetman: We are all pulling for you, We will try to stay as beautiful and true as you. Sending lots of love and healing your way. Your keyboard awaits. Love, Betsy

    • I missed the post yesterday – and am so glad I came back to check on comments or I would have missed this. I’m sorry,Tetman. Our minds are young, our bodies – meh, not so much.

      Will be missing your words – come back as soon as you can. xoxo

    • Dear Tetman, I lit a candle in an old Boston church and said a prayer. Hope it helps. Stay strong.

    • Glad to hear you’re home, Tetman. Rest and take care of yourself.

  6. I’m so sorry to hear about your stroke but so glad you’re home. I’ll keep you in my prayers and miss your comments until you’re back. In the meantime, I’ll be reading Franny & Toby: The Mystery of the Kidnapped Cat so I can get my Tetman fix! Hang in there! ❤😘

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