I’m Nominated for a Prize!

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I haven’t given a report on my progress of my book, my memoir, for a while, but earlier in the year, I had submitted a synopsis and a few pages to the Pacific Northwest Writers Association Unpublished Manuscripts contest. This week I learned that I am a finalist! The results will be announced at the October 17-18 PNWA annual conference. The top three get to meet with agents and editors, so that’s kind of a big deal. Even if I don’t win, I am thrilled to be in the running. Pray, keep your fingers crossed, or as my mother would do “knock on wood” that I’ll be one of the top three.

Mother’s Day and Rachel Polin-Goldberg

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I had a lovely Mother’s Day – a visit with my granddaughter and her parents, a cheerful call and flowers from my daughter and son-in-law. The only thing wrong with it was the food: I decided to buy the side salads as a gift to myself. They weren’t good; I should have taken the time to make them myself. I’m apparently a better cook than Whole Foods.  However, each of my family members, present or absent, showered me with love. I needed that cushion.

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Pushcart Nomination

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I’m writing a quick post because I’ve got some exciting news. Anodyne Magazine has nominated one of my essays for the Pushcart Prize, an award that is given for the best “poetry, short fiction, essays or literary whatnot published in the small presses over the previous year.” (Wikipedia)

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The Orange Earrings

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The Jewish community, my family, are still mourning the murder of the two Bibas babies, Kfir and Ariel and their brave mother, Shiri. We must bring home all the hostages!

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Becoming a Dad

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So excited to see the photo of my kids on the cover of this lovely print magazine. Essay tells the story of my son as a new dad and his endeavor to get his wife to the hospital in what might have been an emergency. I am so proud of him as a parent!

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The Albatross

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As we age, our experience with beauty and nature can become more precious, if we are open. This is especially true as we confront the fragility of our own human frame. The theme of this journal was “inhale, Exhale” and, in my life, I grow to appreciate the blessing of each breath, in and out.