Category Archives: My Story

Part 2: From Russia, with bittersweet love

Context is everything, I know that. The story of the Soviet Union’s final years is dramatic and far more complex than anything I could ever pretend to understand. My four-week experience there in the spring of 1989 was as a guest … Continue reading

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Part 1: “Typical American!”

How did that headline feel? Like a compliment? Like an insult? Like a gross generalization? It has happened to all of us of course.  When you hear someone is from California, Alabama, Minnesota, or Massachusetts, you can’t help but assume … Continue reading

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Women’s Images: A Fable

Have you ever watched a scary movie and covered your eyes at the really frightening parts? And then, despite your fear, did you peek between your fingers because for a moment your curiosity was greater than your fear? That is … Continue reading

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A Day At The Beach, continued

  Part 2: The Arrival I walk toward the woodland entrance and as I start down the pathway I look up. Something seems wrong—- because it looks exactly the same. The same roots jut across the trail, and the same … Continue reading

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A Day At The Beach

  I had been feeling blue and confused about my life and thought I needed to go someplace safe and warm to regain my strength, my clarity, and my conviction. It was my day off and early that morning I decided that … Continue reading

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Boarding School- Part 2

(Continued from ‘Boarding School: Part 1’- best to read that first.) “I could go back upstairs empty-handed”, I thought to myself, “and tell Sev I couldn’t find the corn (thus proving how stupid I am). Or, I could go upstairs … Continue reading

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Boarding School- Part 1

“Let us pray…” The minister bowed his head, as did the five hundred adolescent girls and the dozen faculty members attending Sunday morning services at Sage Chapel. The Gothic arches loomed overhead, a symbol of the complex Higher Power which … Continue reading

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