Friday, September 14, 2012
Better Early Than Late
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This morning, the eldest son enters the home of the SJG, in search of a decent bagel. "Have the high holidays started?" "Why do you ask?" "You've set the table."
The life of a writer, wife, mother and rapidly aging goddess
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About Me
- Carol Starr Schneider
- Sherman Oaks, California
- I write TV movies, plays, and humor blogs. I've got two menschy sons, a wonderful French daughter-in-law, two angel grandkids, a longtime hubby, and a Royal Rescue Pup of Questionable Lineage.
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- To Pee Or Not To Pee
- Cerebral Flatulence
- On Rosh Hashanah It Is Written...
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- A Wish For You
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- Come Kvetch With Me
- Shofar, So Good
- It Came From Beneath The Sea!
- Funny Men!
- World Kugel Day
- Bow To The Kateness
- Math Challenged
- Better You Should Call
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Didn't Grandma set the table two weeks early every year? You're only four days early. In our family that means you're late.
ReplyDeleteI thought you were asleep! You're right, grandma had me beat by weeks!
ReplyDeleteHmmm...my table is set..I've always wanted to be a Jewish mother!
ReplyDeleteWelcome to the tribe!
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