About Angela Himsel
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As a New Yorker, a Jew and a mother, September is a curious mix of beginnings and endings. Every year I remember and relive 9/11; every year, I celebrate Rosh Hashanah, the beginning of the new year; and every year, … Read More
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Following an afternoon of serious Labor Day sale shopping downtown, in which Lili and I each buy the same multi-colored, plaid dress, which is surprising because I am a good nine inches taller than Lili and we tend to have … Read More
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Two thousand six hundred years ago, they were laid to rest in their burial cave. Over the years, family members placed gifts of pottery, silver and gold jewelry, glass bottles, oil lamps and amulets in a repository under a burial … Read More
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It’s an open secret amongst my family and friends that I have a thing for rabbis. I really do. When a rabbi walks past on the street, or when I bump into one at a Jewish event, my girl friends … Read More
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In my twenties, I fancied myself a poet. No one else did. I labored under the delusion that I was, if not profound, at least mildly interesting. I was not. I abandoned all notions of being a poet some time … Read More
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When former president Bill Clinton jetted off on a plane to North Korea to obtain the release of the two American women reporters, Laura Ling and Euna Lee, who’d been imprisoned there since March, it almost seemed like a modern … Read More
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With my great-niece, Rayley, perched on my hip, I clamber with my husband and three kids through the three-room log cabin built by my great-great-grandfather, Johann Conrad, in the mid-1800s where my father and his ancestors were born. A 1932 … Read More
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Sitting at an outdoor café on Broadway with my friend Lori, we are talking about eggs and cholesterol one minute, and in the next we’re discussing how, when someone or something disappears from one’s life, "You can feel empty," Lori … Read More
