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Lessons I Learned after My Father’s Death

by Suzanne Wolfson

Lessons I Learned after My Father’s DeathEven after thirty years in the financial planning industry, I am constantly learning and gaining new professional experience. This time, however, the experience came from the recent, painful loss of my dad. His passing came after nine years of his living in elder care facilities and his slow deterioration, which included dementia, the loss of his senses, his ability to perform the activities of daily living and more. As I learned with my father’s death, no matter how prepared...Read the rest of this article »

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The Importance of Being Mothered

by Margit Novack

The Importance of Being MotheredI often think back to the last time I was mothered by my mother. It was thirty-two years ago, and I was twenty-five years old. My mother had been hospitalized for over eight months with a condition that today would be handled on an outpatient basis, but this was before outpatient IV therapy was in practice. This would not have changed the outcome of her illness, however; we knew from the outset that time was limited. For months I...Read the rest of this article »

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Pookie & Bubbie

by Margit Novack

Pookie & BubbieWhen my husband was growing up, his family had a series of songbirds, canaries and parakeets, each of whom was named Pookie. So it seemed only natural that the green-and-yellow parakeet we acquired would be dubbed Pookie as well. Pookie didn’t strike me as a very exciting pet. He didn’t sing, he didn’t talk—he didn’t do much of anything. That is, except when my mother-in-law, Bubbie, would visit. Having nurtured the entire Pookie dynasty, Bubbie knew ways of talking...Read the rest of this article »

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A Daughter’s Memoir: My Mother’s Cake Plate

by Margit Novack

A Daughter’s Memoir: My Mother’s Cake PlateI have never been much of a cook, but I love to bake and I have many wonderful memories of baking with my mother as I grew up. Oatmeal chocolate chip cookies were our favorite, but there were honey cakes and butter cookies, linzer tortes, and a terrific Hungarian yeast bread that defies anything I have tasted since. So it’s not surprising that one of my favorite things from my mother after she died was a glass cake plate...Read the rest of this article »

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