Monthly Archives: November 2016

On learning that I’m “half-Jewish”

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I didn’t learn my birth father’s identity until I was in my mid-twenties, and it was a shocker on two counts. First, while I’d never met him in person, I’d grown up knowing his name because he was a realtor whose “for sale” signs appeared around my hometown. Plus, one of his younger sisters had […]

Giving thanks for what I don’t have

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There’s no Norman Rockwell-esque, happy-family-gathered-around-a-bounteous-feast scenario in my Thanksgiving memory bank. That doesn’t mean I don’t have a lot to be grateful for, however. In fact, I’d start my gratitude list with the fact that this year, it’s just my husband and me and a 10 lb. turkey getting together for the holiday. Here are […]

Got pot? Baby boomers, bongs and bones

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Now that the recreational use of marijuana is legal here in Maine (or will be once the newly passed law takes effect), fess up, fellow baby boomers: Did you smoke pot in high school? Do you still partake? I’ll confess: I smoked occasionally in high school and college (yes, I inhaled); I even bought my […]

Songs you might not want to hear at the doctor’s

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Picture this (well, you ladies of a certain age, anyway): you’re having your annual mammogram. You’re standing there half naked, with one of your boobs squished flat, holding your breath while the tech zaps it with radiation. Then, the piped-in music—part of the imaging facility’s efforts to enhance the patient experience—begins to play Firefall’s 1976 […]