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Seeing Ghosts of My Father

Im writing this on October 31, which, in addition to being Halloween, is also the anniversary of the day my father died. Its been two years since my uncle called, with no warning, to tell me that my father was in the ICU in Philadelphia. Two years since I begged a nurse to keep him alive through the night so I could get there in time to say goodbye. Two years since that nurse called me back to tell me that she was sorry, but he just didnt make it.

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My Secret Nanny Shame

While Im working on this weeks column, my nanny is in the other room giggling with my babies.I never ever in a million zillion years thought I’d have a nanny. The whole having a nanny thing is completely out of my comfort zone and although its going on ten months that weve had Liz, and I should be used to it by now, the weight of it still catches me by surprise. The other day I was at Western Bagel grabbing breakfast with my friend Diana when we ran into a mutual friend I hadnt seen in awhile.