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Year Five: Words Have Power

Today is day eight of Year Five of this gap year experiment. If there’s a theme, it’s one of gradual acceptance of aging along with an increasing appreciation of the power of words. If there are surprises, perhaps it’s that Sam and I are still happily married after so much time in each other’s company – […]

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My 65th Birthday

I dreaded it for months. But my 65th birthday came and went a week ago and life is still good. Grand, in fact. Despite recurrent depression, despite self esteem issues, despite everything about myself that I’d like to change, I am so looking forward to what lies ahead. Why do artificial milestones hang us up? […]

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A Milestone? 913 Days and Counting

I’m sitting in Brooklyn Law School’s library scarcely noticing the deep roar of a firetruck as it rumbles by. After six weeks, we are ensconced in our Brooklyn lifestyle. The quiet beauty of Deer Isle seems very far away. We are used to the noise, the grit, and the diverse crowds clogging the sidewalks. And to […]

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April 2014

Why Our Blog Has Been on Hiatus (Sam)

My father died quietly on April 25, 2015. He was one month shy of his 94th birthday. The family, his four children and their spouses as well as seven of his 13 grandchildren, convened in Milwaukee to bury him. Dozens of friends, neighbors, and former law partners assembled for an afternoon wake. Others called. Not a […]

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Hello Brooklyn… We’re Baaack!!

One day after we moved out of our sublet, we stumbled onto the perfect apartment near our daughter and son-in-law in Brooklyn Heights. It’s a tiny 1 BR (yes, everything in Brooklyn is tiny) on the 10th floor of a building with a view south to the Verrazano-Narrows Bridge. I fell in love with it […]

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Goodbye Brooklyn… For Now

I did not want to like Brooklyn. There is a lot to not like. I have observed a lot about Brooklyn from a below-street-level garden apartment. I’ve listened to the tinkling of cans and bottles at 2 AM as a homeless man rummaged through the garbage in search of recyclables. I’ve monitored constant traffic working its way around […]

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