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Miriam Green

One Hand, One Heart

When I visited Mom this week, I wanted so badly to tell her about the new version of West Side Story. Under different circumstances, we’d...

Miriam Green

Advocacy

When I saw Mom on Friday, I came home sad and depressed. Mom had a bad cold, and it was clearly affecting her abilities. When we pulled...

Miriam Green

Telephone

“What did you say?” she asks across the table. “Did you say cheese and muffins?” “What?” I laugh. “Cheese and muffins? No, I didn’t say...

Miriam Green

Remembering Millie

My dad got it right when he said about my grandmother: “Millie was someone who left an indelible mark on all those who met her and we...

Miriam Green

Persuasion

I took Mom to get a blood test today but we left the clinic with her veins intact. We got to the clinic, took a number, and sang a few...

Miriam Green

The Nakedness of my Mother

This is the verse that sticks with me from last week’s Torah reading: The nakedness of your father and the nakedness of your mother you...

Miriam Green

The Grey Zone

I am riding on the bus watching the sky lighten incrementally. I’ve been up since dawn getting ready to meet Mom today. And now, when I...

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Balancing the Scales

I stole a shirt from my mom’s drawer. Or maybe I borrowed it permanently. Does the nuance in the confession ameliorate my guilt? It...

Miriam Green

Aging and Orange Soup

“I dream about you,” Mom says to me. We are sitting together on the couch in the living room. “Oh, really? What do you dream,” I ask. “I...

Miriam Green