Oy vey. That sucks. Sending both of you my love. If you can't make it, I may record for The Next Write Thing. I really like it. Feel better, Irwin. And to Doris, too. UGH.
It's really ingrained in me. In my sensibility. I don't consider myself terribly religious, at all. But Jewish culture, a sense of identity, deeply a part of me. I wrote a piece today with a very Jewish flavor, that I'll be performing at the Woodstock Bookfest Story Slam on Friday, if you and Doris feel like getting out for a fun evening. It's at the Maverick this time. Here's the link for tickets: https://www.eventbrite.com/e/im-not-superstitious-a-woodstock-bookfest-story-slam-tickets-1328973197609?aff=oddtdtcreator
Thanks, Amrita! I loved writing this one. And it was originally written for a story slam competition. I placed 2nd or 3rd. I can't remember. I had so much fun telling it! xo
Cathy! I've never been back to a casino after that day. I had my fill, and I can't imagine ever topping that experience. But don't ask me what I did with the rest of his ashes that I left at home. That story's for another day. xo
Audrey, howdy! Thanks, I hope you listened instead of read it. A version of this piece was originally written for one of Martha's story slams. I can't remember whether I won second or third place for it. It was so much fun to tell. I'm so glad you like it, and thanks for the tip, that was a nice surprise. Hope you're well and that we bump into each other soon. xo
Thanks, Anita. The 14th anniversary is coming up in a few weeks, and I can't believe he's been gone that long. I do mourn him, but mostly, I think of how proud he'd be that I finally found my place in the world, do the thing he always said I was good at. He always cheered my writing on, even though they weren't in the form of stories, just the greeting cards I sent to him, the messages of love I'd written. I have those cards now. They reflect devotion, too much devotion, all of my codependence can be found in my sentences. I'm so glad to have them, and get to revisit, as I write these memoir stories. xo
Good for you, Nan, and way to go, Dad! I hope you can find (and afford) the shoes you need.
I really don't need new shoes...it just fit, and I did get contributions to the shoe fund, because those hot pink heels have my name on them! xo
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I think these are men's shoes, but I love them.
https://veldskoenshoes.com/products/veldskoen-heritage-hadeda-hot-pink-sole-leather-shoe
I love those shoes! I had some just like them when I was a kid. Are you buying them for me? Women's 9.5 Wide, please. xo
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This might be the best tribute trip I’ve ever heard of! Thanks for sharing. 🧡
It was a fascinating day. Full of all the feelings. xo Cha-ching!
Great story, Nan. Thank you!
Thanks, Bar! xo
So interesting how Jewish tradition plays a role.
I am sick. Doris has shingles. We will see.
Oy vey. That sucks. Sending both of you my love. If you can't make it, I may record for The Next Write Thing. I really like it. Feel better, Irwin. And to Doris, too. UGH.
It's really ingrained in me. In my sensibility. I don't consider myself terribly religious, at all. But Jewish culture, a sense of identity, deeply a part of me. I wrote a piece today with a very Jewish flavor, that I'll be performing at the Woodstock Bookfest Story Slam on Friday, if you and Doris feel like getting out for a fun evening. It's at the Maverick this time. Here's the link for tickets: https://www.eventbrite.com/e/im-not-superstitious-a-woodstock-bookfest-story-slam-tickets-1328973197609?aff=oddtdtcreator
What a great story! Fairy dust. The best.
Thanks, Amrita! I loved writing this one. And it was originally written for a story slam competition. I placed 2nd or 3rd. I can't remember. I had so much fun telling it! xo
OMG, Nan - I love this!! My mother was happiest at the casino. I wish I had thought of this…! Well done for honoring your father your way!
Cathy! I've never been back to a casino after that day. I had my fill, and I can't imagine ever topping that experience. But don't ask me what I did with the rest of his ashes that I left at home. That story's for another day. xo
I look forward to reading that!
Woo woo…maybe, Excellant post. Certainly. I think Daddy would or did approve!
Thanks, Diana! He would have laughed so hard. Loved him. xo
Love this!
Audrey, howdy! Thanks, I hope you listened instead of read it. A version of this piece was originally written for one of Martha's story slams. I can't remember whether I won second or third place for it. It was so much fun to tell. I'm so glad you like it, and thanks for the tip, that was a nice surprise. Hope you're well and that we bump into each other soon. xo
Fairy dust. Loved all of it.
Thanks, Erin! xo
Great story, Nan! I love your quandary: how would you mourn for him…or feel guilty NOT mourning! That guilt runs deep, gets us coming & going!
Thanks, Anita. The 14th anniversary is coming up in a few weeks, and I can't believe he's been gone that long. I do mourn him, but mostly, I think of how proud he'd be that I finally found my place in the world, do the thing he always said I was good at. He always cheered my writing on, even though they weren't in the form of stories, just the greeting cards I sent to him, the messages of love I'd written. I have those cards now. They reflect devotion, too much devotion, all of my codependence can be found in my sentences. I'm so glad to have them, and get to revisit, as I write these memoir stories. xo