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My insane Iran connection
I received an e-mail via my website today.  It was from Iran.  Here is the first line: "It's so hard to find the best opening sentence when someone
wants to write a letter for a great writer." They think I'm a great writer in Iran!  Well, someone thinks I'm...
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Growing old is like...
I don't know what it's like. What I do know is that at 72, my feeling about aging changes almost every day, if not every hour. Some days I feel just fine about it.  After all, I'm healthy.  My eyesight is good.  I have energy (until about 8pm).  The brain s...
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Growing old is like...
I don't know what it's like. What I do know is that at 72, my feeling about aging changes almost every day, if not every hour. Some days I feel just fine about it.  After all, I'm healthy.  My eyesight is good.  I have energy (until about 8pm).  The brain s...
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Growing old is like...
I don't know what it's like. What I do know is that at 72, my feeling about aging changes almost every day, if not every hour. Some days I feel just fine about it.  After all, I'm healthy.  My eyesight is good.  I have energy (until about 8pm).  The brain s...
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I got an e-mail from a friend telling me about an emerging literary dust-up.  Seems a writer just published a short story in The New Yorker that some people are calling out as having been a ripoff of a story by Mavis Gallant.  The writer Francine Prose is p...
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The last face
There comes that moment. It may be sudden, or it may take a week or a month. Nevertheless, it eventually arrives, if you live long enough. It's the revealing of the last face. The face you have before you die. You can be old and still not have this face — y...
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Becoming Jewish
I am half Jewish (father), but I was raised Christian.  I always identified with Christianity. Until I stopped identifying with anything. That changed when I came to New York City to live in 1975. I was lucky. I arrived in New York at a time when the old Je...
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The 2nd Ave Deli
I am half Jewish (father), but I was raised Christian.  I always identified with Christianity. Until I stopped identifying with anything. That changed when I came to New York City to live in 1975. I was lucky. I arrived in New York at a time when the old Je...
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Becoming Jewish in New York
I am half Jewish (father), but I was raised Christian.  I always identified with Christianity. Until I stopped identifying with anything. That changed when I came to New York City to live in 1975. I was lucky. I arrived in New York at a time when the old Je...
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New York, Winter, 1979
It snowed in New York all that Saturday night.   It snowed heroically.   Some flakes were so large they seemed like little
rafts floating waywardly down.   The snow
didn’t stop.   It continued hour after
hour.   I went to sleep watching it
through my curtai...
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