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Joyous Knitting 6

This is the last post in my series about knitting books that made me smile this year. The posts are coming in the order in which I found the books. Each is a mini-review with a list of what made me smile as I read the book. Penguin: A Knit Collection by Amy Maltz What’s it about? This […]

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Joyous Knitting

This week I am going to blog about knitting books that made me smile this year. The posts are coming in the order in which I found the books. Each is a mini-review with a list of what made me smile as I read the book. 1. Knitsonik Stranded Colourwork Sourcebook: A knitting book that shows you […]

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Edible Memories: Food & Courage

It took courage for my parents to marry each other. Or, to be more specific, it took courage for them to become part of each other’s families.   Grandma Druchunas was worried because Mom was Jewish. Is that why Mom converted? “If you’re interested in religion, why don’t you follow your own?” Grandpa Tolen asked her. […]

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Edible Memories: Food, Longing, and Adventure

This is the beginning of something that I am tentatively calling “Time Travel to Charnow’s Deli.”   ***   I’m longing for an adventure. In the kitchen I can travel to my childhood, but I want to go beyond that. I want to eat in my great-great grandmother Tzivia’s kitchen, I wan to shop in […]

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Edible Memories: Food and Laughter

When I was a teenager, we had a mixed-race household. My mother’s best friend and her daughters moved in with us for a few years. There were two mothers and four adolescent girls. Three pale-skinned, stringy haired honkeys and three brown-skinned, nappy haired sistas. We girls liked to chant. Driving during the holiday season: (each […]

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Edible Memories: Food & Generosity

My love of old houses, all things antique, floral print cotton blouses, home-made strawberry jam, refrigerator dills, and ridiculously large kitchen gardens all came from Aunt Phebe.   Aunt Phebe wasn’t really our aunt at all. We knew her first as Mrs. Downs, the school nurse at Norwood Avenue Elementary School, where I went to […]

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Edible Memories: Food & Children

I hopped down the steps of the school bus and ran toward home without saying goodbye to my friends. As I climbed the concreted steps to the front door, I breathed in deeply. Cigarette smoke. Grandma was here! Grandma Druchunas–we always identified our grandparents by last name–would be watching her stories about this time. One […]

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Edible Memories: Food & Freedom

I’m 53. I should be able to eat whatever I want. No more rules from mom, the cafeteria ladies, or the school nurse. If I want ice cream for lunch, why can’t I have it? So here I am, 2 weeks after my first colonoscopy, having had 4 polyps removed from my colon, eating eggnog […]

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