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  • ‘Till Death Do Us Part’—Enough Already

    By Linda Feldman

    February 12, 1998 | 7:00 pm

    Many of us who said, "Till death do us part,"never went the distance. Gary and Barbara did. They were a great lovestory. The fact that her parents didn't approve of their marriage,because he was a saxophone player, made it all the morepowerful.

    From the moment Barbara was diagnosed...

  • Playing by the Rules

    By Linda Feldman

    January 29, 1998 | 7:00 pm

    When I was a kid, we played in the streets --Ring-a-leevio, Uncle Sam May I Cross Your River? Red Light-GreenLight, Hide-and-Go-Seek. And marbles. Before a game, we made up ourown rules. Once everyone agreed to play by the same rules, thecompetition was fierce. If the rules were...
  • Honoring Thy Mother

    By Linda Feldman

    January 15, 1998 | 7:00 pm

    I called my mother to wish her a happynew year. She answered the phone like this: "Commo say yammo." "Mom,why are you speaking in bad Spanish?" I asked. "I've been gettinghang-up calls, so I'm sabotaging my voice," she answered. I broke uplaughing.

    My mother bought my book retail,...

  • Unpacking Our Baggage

    By Linda Feldman

    December 4, 1997 | 7:00 pm

    My brother called the other day and asked whetherI had noticed how many people are putting things behind them andmoving on.

    "Does that mean they have no baggage?" Iasked.

    "Well," he said, "either people have no baggage oran invisible semitrailer is following them around."

    Princess Diana...

  • The World is More Than a Wedding

    By Linda Feldman

    August 28, 1997 | 8:00 pm

    "The Invention of Life," by René Magritte, 1926.

    When my kids were still preschoolers,young enough to be influenced by my every word, I used to have thisspiel about marrying out of Judaism. It went something like this:"It's an insult to the 6 million who died only because they...

  • The Good Son

    By Linda Feldman

    July 31, 1997 | 7:59 pm

    My birthday used to be celebrated as if it were a national holiday. From the backyard pin-the-tail-on-the-donkey days to the touch football games on the beach at Easthampton, July 16 was a date inscribed in infamy.

    My children forgot my birthday at their own peril. So they never did....

  • From Sexuality to Sensuality

    By Linda Feldman

    July 17, 1997 | 8:00 pm

    There we were, my family, 11 anarchists cruising down to Ensenada for four days on the Viking Serenade, celebrating my mother's 85th birthday. I roomed with the birthday girl in one of those cabins where you have to yell, "Watch out!" when you exit the lavatory.

    When we returned, I...

  • Never Forgetting Sarah

    By Linda Feldman

    May 8, 1997 | 8:00 pm

    I was thinking about my friend Lillian Ross last week as I was driving over the Golden Gate Bridge on my way north to an enzyme bath and massage in an outdoor Japanese tea house in Occidental. (I was celebrating freedom after submitting my manuscript for a book on families and family...