Volume 1, Issue 11 | November, 2021
Newsletter
Women are the storytellers of the family. Our blog allows us to share our stories with people all over the world.

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Here are some recent stories from our blog:
Chanukah Miracles
Chanukah miracles
Chanukah light.
In all my friends’ windows
the candles shine bright.

As I ride down the street
in my car, they appear. 
They say “listen and see;
miracles happen here.”
Turkey Day
Memories of “turkey day,” aka Thanksgiving, from my childhood are sketchy. Perhaps that’s because they weren’t anything to “crow” about. Up until I was around age 12 or 13, we traveled up the Jersey Turnpike to spend the day with Dad’s maternal relatives in Northern New Jersey, the Zuckermans. Instead of “turkey day,” let’s call Thanksgiving “a turkey of a day.”
Murphy's Law Day
Today, unbeknownst to me, I ended up having a “Murphy’s Law” Day! This is what Murphy’s Law is about: Expecting the unexpected. In its simplest form, Murphy’s Law states: “If anything can go wrong, it will.” 
“Believe it or not, Edward J. Murphy was a real person. In fact, he was a major in the US Air Force in the 1940s, specializing in development engineering.
The Dress
Carefully, I folded the finished dress in tissue paper and placed it in a Macy's box, which I covered with expensive foil, girlie birthday paper and a big red bow. I was filled with anticipation. It was my niece Karen’s birthday, and she was turning seven in 1972. She was my only niece then, and I wanted to give her something really special. I’d always felt that things you create have so much more meaning than things you buy.
Don't Judge Me
Don’t judge me by the color of my skin
Take a look inside, see what’s within.

Don’t judge me by my name
Or the place from which I came.