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Rediscovering my Yiddish
Yiddish was my first language. My Bubba, Devorah, was born in Poland, and lived with my family in Brooklyn since before I was born. She was almost 50 years old when she left Poland in 1933. She never learned English, so Yiddish was the language spoken at home. Bubba was a loving, caring presence, and… Read more
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Becoming an Older Older Adult
As the years passed after retirement, there were several clear signs that I was getting deeper into aging. After I stopped dying my hair, the gray showed up, and was quite obvious, as my natural (and dyed) hair color was a very dark brown. Over time, the gray has taken over more territory. No problem… Read more
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Conundrums of Aging
As I get older, I find that new conundrums—problems with no easy answers—are appearing. I haven’t sought them out, nor given them much thought during my life, but they have arrived, so face them I must. First, there’s the issue of energy decline. When I had the flu and RSV this past winter, I attributed… Read more
Reflections on Aging 