This sweet little girl in the middle is me. I was born sensitive and strong and confident. I grew up in a good solid home with a family who loved me and cared for me well. I graduated from Denver Public Schools. As a child I was known for being sweet, quiet and shy, butContinueContinue reading “36.”
Monthly Archives: October 2021
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Photo I took of my husband, Jason Rudofsky, on his way to work at the restaurant during COVID. Below was a letter that I helped Jason write on April 4, 2020 when he was emergency managing Zaidy’s, our family’s restaurant. We were running around like chickens with our heads cut off delivering Passover seder mealsContinueContinue reading “35.”
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I wrote this several years ago and originally titled it “The Flaming Dragon” Most people who really know me know that my life is really like a roller coaster at times. I’ve always liked roller coasters. I’m not completely sure why. The truth is they actually scare the hell out of me. I think it’sContinueContinue reading “34.”
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June 2020 I wrote this shortly before my 50th birthday and originally titled it “49”. The circumstances that my little family have been in the last few years have been challenging, to say the least. At times I feel we have been misunderstood, disregarded, overlooked, attacked. I withdrew into a kind of small protective shell.ContinueContinue reading “33.”
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July 16, 2015 We spent last weekend with my cousins. My brother doesn’t have kids, so they don’t have any first cousins on my side . . my cousins’ kids are their cousins. Trying to explain second cousins and once and twice removed? Huh? They’re just cousins. Can we end it at that? I’m confused.ContinueContinue reading “32.”
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I wrote this in April 2019 after a counseling session with my friend who needed someone to vent to about the custody battle over her kids. It was pain that I absorbed with her story. I’ve never even met her children, but my heart wept for them and still does. I hope they come throughContinueContinue reading “31.”
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I’m standing in a long line at the grocery store. I’m so hungry I am feeling light headed and I am doing everything I can to stay in this line, but my instinct is to abandon this cart and instead drive through Starbucks or order something from my husband’s restaurant. He has pretty much beenContinueContinue reading “30.”
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It is 2019 and I am now 49 years old. When I’ve described to people who know me only as an adult what I looked like in high school I tell them that I looked roughly like a stick figure with boobs. At the time I didn’t really pay too much attention to what myContinueContinue reading “29.”