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the letters

Clearing out biofather’s house. Inventory of everything imaginable. Mostly art, of course — but there’s all the detritus.  Up in the studio, where the paintbrushes lived. And the rolls of silk paper and chops and engraving materials. Chemicals. Chinese watercolors. Favorite everythings: scissors, cameras, even silk cord.  That was all upstairs.  But then I ventured […]

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daily kaddish: for hindy nobler

An audio response to Mira’s kaddish for her biofather’s wife, incorporating yesterday’s joint reading of the text.

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closure, or something like it — a kaddish for milton g. nobler

People say you need closure.  But does that mean that there are no more stories to be told? I woke up this morning with two imperatives: 1) a sense of real or imminent closure, and 2) the need to tell this tale.  It’s a tale biofather told me, and I’m pretty sure he never told […]