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Thank You Brian Williams

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    Thank you Brian Williams for reminding me (and the MSNBC world at large) about the death of President Franklin Delano Roosevelt on April 12, 1945 at the height of World War II. As a child, I heard this news when it happened from the bigger kids on the street, where I got most of […]

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What I Learned in Journalism School

What I Learned in Journalism School

In this era of fake news, it seems like most anything goes.  Strange now to say, that wasn’t what I learned as a journalism student at NYU.  Fact checking was our honor system and, as I recall, no one dared to risk the wrath of Professor Ben Yablonsky. Another thing I learned at NYU is […]

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I’ve Been Thinking

The New Year is almost upon us, and, funny, what popped into my head is an old ditty I learned as a child in the schoolyard of Public School 104 in Bayswater, Queens. It goes: “Reuben, Reuben, I’ve been thinking what a fine world it would be, if all the men were transplanted, far across […]

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To My Grandkids

Dear Astrid and Nadia: I am writing to let you know that I believe someday, perhaps within your lifetime, there will be a woman President of the United States (POTUS). I hope you will help make that happen. We are living in a world where possibilities for women are expanding. Girls like yourselves are becoming […]

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Finding a Cure For Terrorism

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When I think about the epidemic of violence that now grips our country, I reflect on the reign of terror that marked my childhood in the 1950s. It was called infantile paralysis, or polio, for short. It inflicted more than 100,000 between 1952 and 1954. Parents and children were terrified. It was thought that the […]

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Remembering Rocky

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  I had quite forgotten how spectacular the view is at Kykuit, the Rockefeller estate in Tarrytown. This week, it was glorious as Friends of ArtsWestchester shared a visit. (These are our special members whom we take to stellar arts places.) Henry Moore was at Kykuit to welcome us. Not in person of course, but […]

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My Mother, My Teacher

Long after my mother passed away at the age of 96, I still think about calling her on the phone to tell her about something that happened to me that day. The urge, the habit, the fulfillment of reporting a success, a regret, a stumble, a gift, has not left me, nor do I think […]

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Without the Groundhog

Spring… Finally! My mother taught me how to tell when a cake is done. You pull out a straw from a broom, insert it slowly into the cake and then pull it out quickly. If it comes out without wet batter, the cake is done. The tricky part, of course, is finding a broom in […]

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