
For Mom
Yesterday marked the shloshim, or the thirtieth day, since my mother’s burial.
Humorous personal essays by a woman who learned to pivot long before the world started spinning.
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Yesterday marked the shloshim, or the thirtieth day, since my mother’s burial.

I started writing this story as part of my book of essays four years ago.

A private space for us to converse and connect

Why I wrote this story

I pulled the twisted gold chain out of the inlaid wood jewelry box and watched as the intricate charm that has dangled from it for at least 70 years spun around.

As many of you know, I lost my dog Clooney right before the holidays.

It's been awhile since I've posted.

I wrote the story below for my memoir writing class after we were asked to recall a moment for which no photograph exists.

A new place for us to share ideas

By now, you have probably all seen the extensive coverage of the Met Gala red carpet.

Ever heard of it? Tonight's the night

No one would have ever expected the five of us to fall in love with the same man.

Passover brings back so many fond -- and crazy -- memories

Who wore it better?

Is here! Thank you, Kveller.

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By Ilene V. Smith
by Ilene V. Smith

We each grabbed a handle of one of the large wooden double doors to the Bellmore Jewish Center at the same time.