Monthly Archives: March 2016

Spice

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Chutzpah. “ho͝otspə” The Yiddish word even sounds brash. It’s meaning – supreme self-confidence, nerve, gall, audacity, boldness. While chutzpah doesn’t fully define Claire, some days it seems close. Her fabulous mother – my daughter-in-law who may carry her own chutzpah gene – recounts. . .      On our way home today in terrible traffic, I was driving like a boss…

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Evidence of a Resurrected Carpenter

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There in the Africa savannah where flat-topped acacia trees dot the landscape, a young cattle-tender was seized by thieving attackers. He tried to seek refuge among his father’s herd, the bounty his assailants were after. The horrifying moments raced like short distance sprinters toward the finish tape until the boy was seized and beaten to death by these neighboring tribal…

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Pecan

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How do you say it again, Jerry? This word? I understood the reason prompting it but fielding such a question on my home town’s Main Street felt strange. With a smile their way I began. We spell it P-E-C-A-N. Pronouncing it once, then a second time, I continued. Notice the two syllables. We stress the last one – in this…

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Nearness

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Really honey, no pain meds? First Aid didn’t send you home with some? Well, I winced, it didn’t hurt that much after they worked on me so I told them I wouldn’t need any pills. That the anesthetic might wear off hadn’t occurred to me. Pain – like life – isn’t meant to be handled alone. Just Ann’s presence that…

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