Marianne Aleardi honored as
Woman of Distinction

Wide Awake
For years, every time I visited my grandparents’ home, they would each be sitting in their own chair. My grandfather had a leather recliner. My grandmother had a small, upholstered swivel chair. Both were positioned so they could watch television with ease. They would sit together, night after night, watching TV...

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Full Circle
My mother cooked hockey pucks. Sure, she called them knishes, but we knew better. I liked the potato knishes. My father liked the liver knishes. A knish, for those of you among the uninitiated, is a heat-seeking missile that laughs in the face of Prilosec. As most of the food of my childhood, a knish is fried and very fatty... ................. ........... ...... ....

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Life Notes
When we were married all those years ago, I promised to love and cherish my husband. But I don’t recall pledging to love and cherish an object that has become his appendage. I refer, darkly, to the recliner he brought with him into our marriage, and plunked down in our first home to my instant horror... ............. ........... ...... ....

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