• Bridge Ladies

    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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Money, love, fame, self-actualization, personal growth, jam. Or is it some deep need, some itch, some compulsion, obsession, search for LOL, what is it? And where do they come from: ideas, moments, toast points. How high can you go? How low? Are you on fire or drifting out to sea? This writing business is not for sissies.

Are you brave or?

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  1. ‘This writing business is not for sissies.’ Amen to that. Bumper stickers should be issued as the song goes …

  2. “Are you brave or?”

    The final night I studied with Gordon Lish, many years ago, he said to me, “Callis, you have everything you need to make it, but you’re afraid.” Instantly, I knew he was right. I took the lesson and never forgot it.

    The first afternoon I lay in my hospital bed after my stroke, just a month ago today, I realized I was not afraid. It was as though I had burned those circuits out. Being afraid wasn’t going to get me anything, anyway, so I didn’t ponder the issue — I simply moved on to such thoughts as, “Well, here I am. Now what?”

  3. Are you brave or?

    I’m or. Definitely or.

    For certain, I’m stubborn. Plus, I don’t like rejection. I’m a basket (minus case) and If I were taking a test and there was a choice of “all the above,” I’d check that.

  4. Are you brave or?
    I’m an or all the way. Because I never know when my lip will quiver I straighten my back and pretend. Isn’t pretend what we are all about?

  5. Too brave and I scare myself. Fear of success. Fear of failure. They seem to be inexorably linked.

  6. I am a total chicken shit.

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