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Page 100 – A Special Fate, Chiune Sugihara, Hero of the Holocaust

… They arrived in Prague, Czechoslovakia, by train. The consulate was an old, rococo building on the Moldau River. the interior was luxuriously furnished and had a grand crystal chandelier. Several rooms were lined with Japanese silk, one contained silver decorations, two others contained gold decorations. As soon as he was settled, Sugihara was ordered to(…)

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Failure

Only one of the many tomato plants growing all summer in my little garden-patch has ripened – the rest remain green. Granted the unripened are beautiful, photogenic shades of lime-green, grape-green, Moldovan-green, but green is not red is not ripe. Whose failure is it: Mother Nature? The sun or lack of? Could it be that a my tomato plants were strangled by morning(…)

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Page 100 – Love in the Second Act

“I feel like a virgin”  In Greece, I travel to a house on a small island I’ve visited again and again through the years.The light beguiles. On my way back from a swim—yes, the  swimming  goes on into  December sometimes—I pass a man and a woman  I’ve casually known for many years—Maggie Martin, a former dancer originally from Jamaica,(…)

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A nocturnal visitor

I received an impromptu visit from my great friend Corinne Trang last night. She’s formidable, beautiful, simpatico, highly accomplished in every one of her many areas of expertise. Truth be told, she’s become our third sister. (She was also a subject I interviewed for my book Love in the Second Act, True Stories of Romance, Midlife and Beyond, Section:(…)

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Breakfast at Malibu

  My much appreciated neighborhood friend Louise [the admirable painter Louise Fishman] gets a very high score for spontaneity. Over the past dozen years one or the other of our phones will often ring between 8 and 2. One voice will ask, “Breakfast?” The other will respond (usually), “Sure.” One or the other will lock in the time, “See(…)

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Page 100 – The Potato Eater

… Nick, an Italian, serving twenty years for murder, didn’t like Padric sharing his cell. Nick hung around with what he called the “elite” who in his book were the Italians. He told Padric why he didn’t like him.             You can’t be a rat here, and you can’t be rapist, you can’t be a(…)

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New York Notes by Jill Levine

My friend Jill (aka Suzanne Jill Levine) who lives and teaches in Santa Barbara, California, passed through town last week. We met for coffee and/or food at the Rubin Museum restaurant. [see unskilled selfie of Jill – laughing, Buddha – observing human suffering, non-enlightenment, gastric over-indulgence,  and Allie – spaced out – below] After catching up (though I(…)

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