Memoir

Marion on May 30, 2010

(This post from May 2010 is being reposted to the front page in honor of Mittens Romney’s most recent outrage against America gaffe.  As you can see, the first couple of paragraphs explain how my family’s good fortune came about as a direct result of government programs hand-outs which helped them to get stuff like […]

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Marion on June 7, 2009

Jack’s car was not exactly pampered, having a maintenance schedule that consisted of an oil change prior to inspection every August. Most of the time, the 1990 Taurus remained in the heated garage below and in back of the tidy two-family house in Queens — its only companion the Volvo kept lovingly by the garage […]

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Marion on June 3, 2009

So almost a year ago, I’m listening to the WBAI – my local Pacifica station or as the better-half refers to it – Commie Radio. It’s The Next Hour, a Sunday arts show, and there are these two men talking about their theater piece which is called Two Men Talking . These two men who […]

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Marion on February 18, 2009

“They moved Betty to another table.” “I’m sorry to hear that Mom. I know you like Betty.” “They put this new woman there, Rosalie. Ugh, I can’t stand her. She’s always asking questions.” “She’s new. That’s understandable.” “She always wants to know, what’s going on here? What’s to do?” “She takes an interest….” “She’s always […]

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Marion on February 13, 2009

The house where I grew up was almost empty now, and I was feeling my father’s presence less. In the basement, all that was left was the old fridge with rounded edges like a 1950’s auto. I’d lived down there for a bit after college, and one weekend in a fit of post-breakup mania , […]

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