Other Side of the Lake
The summer I was ten, my parents and I rented a big yellow farm house which was a stone’s throw from a clear, blue lake. Everyone with a weekend house in the vicinity used the lake; it was the main attraction of the place. It had a soft (more likely than not, man-made), sandy bank…
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(This is the second of two short excerpts I’m including in this blog from my essay First to Go: A Nice Jewish Girl Survives the Love of Her Life, about my parent’s marriage. For the first excerpt, “A Mixed Marriage in 1950,” click here.) I must have been a junior in high school the night my dad…
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