An Easy Way to Do Good in Your Neighborhood

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Years ago, when I lived on a block with very new mothers, some of us decided to form a neighborhood bridge group. We were all terrible card players, but that really wasn’t the point. Meeting once a month was a way to get together, to talk about families, schools, neighborhood stuff. Some of us were friends outside of the bridge group, but not all of us were.

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Caps in the Air!

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When I graduated from college, my parents gave me a string of pearls. From time to time, but not very often, I go into pearl mode and wear them with everything. Generally, though, they sit in my jewelry box. Years ago I had them restrung, and the jeweler did a miserable job. When I told him they don’t lie flat, that they seem to buckle because of how tight he made them, he told me that my body heat would make the knots relax. I must be stone cold. Those pearls do, however, mean a lot to me.

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In Praise of Sidewalks

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When my husband and I moved into a new house last year, the neighbors were welcoming. Our house is a traditional brick ranch on a winding street with big trees and lovely landscaping. Now the star magnolia tree in my front yard is blooming and the quaking aspen trees are just beginning to bud.

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Greatest Mothers Day Gift?

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The first Mothers Day Gift I can remember giving my Mom was a narrow navy blue belt with a long narrow gold buckle. I was a seven-year-old Bronx kid, and such as times were, I was allowed to walk down to the end of the block past the four buildings (955, 923, 911 and 901 Walton Avenue) that sprawled between my building and Murray and Murray’s candy store. Next to it was a drug store owned by a man named Bernie, where I thought eating a cream cheese and lettuce sandwich along with an egg cream at the counter made me as close to a grown-up as a kid could get.

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