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Category Archives: Families don’t you love them
“The journey of a thousand miles begins with one step.”
FrizzText’s photo challenge this week is “j”. This post is a brief description of my parents journeys from Jerusalem, and Jamshedpur to a city in Africa beginning with “j“… My family has emigrated every generation since my grandfather left Odessa … Continue reading
Posted in Families don't you love them, Not America, Wondering
Tagged Jerusalem, journey, Lao-tzu, tagged "j" is for journey
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Tagged “i” is for my parents …
When I saw that this week Frizztext’s A-Z Photo Challenge is “i“, I just had to join in because: “i” = India my Mother’s birth place “i” = Israel my Father’s birth place I’m really sad that I still haven’t … Continue reading
I lived with a barbed-wire fence in my mouth
That day so many years ago when my dentist requested a meeting with my mother I already knew it wasn’t going to be good news, because he usually ended our visits repeating the same old story about brushing our teeth … Continue reading
Posted in Families don't you love them, Photography, Tutto va bene, Wondering
Tagged braces, dentist, orthodontist, periodontist, Photography, postaday
56 Comments
Where’s the family restroom?
Happy New Year y’all! Another busy holiday season. Although I didn’t check off a list, I’m sure I served people from every country in the world, and whether they came from Dubai or Norway or Korea or Russia they all … Continue reading
Posted in Families don't you love them, Museum Musings, Photography, Wondering
Tagged adoption, family restroom, pugs, teenage mothers
53 Comments
Weekly Photo Challenge: My 2012 in Pictures
WordPress photo challenge this week is My 2012 in pictures. 2012 was an exciting, eventful, wonderful year for me. I fulfilled a long-time personal challenge to walk along the Camino to Santiago de Compostela, my beautiful daughter got married in … Continue reading
Only the rotten apples fall from the tree…
My earliest memory is of banging my head on the floor while my three older siblings laugh. Though about nine months old, I remember my frustration at their teasing, I can’t speak, can’t tell them to shut up, I … Continue reading
Posted in Families don't you love them, Wondering
Tagged Memoir, my mother had typhoid fever, typhoid fever, Write to Done
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Weekly Photo Challenge: a Happy wedding
A mother’s pride… While I always looked forward to my kids progressing to the next stage of crawl-walk-talk-go-to-school, the fact that they’d become “adults” one day was something I didn’t think about, it was so far away in the future, … Continue reading
Posted in America, Families don't you love them, Not America, Photography, Tutto va bene, Wondering
Tagged Canada, hand painted silk chuppa, lesbian gay bisexual and transgender community, LGBT, my daughter got married, Photography, postaday, same-sex marriage, silk banners, wedding canopy, WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge Happy
105 Comments
nine Museum Musings: including summer weather in January, and more kids with long hair
1. “Why are we spending all this time shopping before we see the museum?” a little boy asked his mom, who ignored the question. 2. “What is this?” a kid asked me holding up a pen. Me: “It’s called a … Continue reading