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1 month ago |
humanparts.medium.com | Laurie Frankel
These are moments trapped on film that don’t mean much anymorePhoto #1:My six-year-old sister’s stubby arms reach from behind and gently cup my bent knees. Our cheeks touch. I hunch allowing her to fully encompass me as my mom snaps the photo. Her hair brushes over my forehead and, except for two smiles, we look as if we are one. As a kid Rachel gnawed on steak fat and cooked chicken tails making her pajamas fit tight across her bottom.
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Feb 4, 2025 |
humanparts.medium.com | Laurie Frankel
Member-only storyIt can be as destructive as any otherLaurie b. Frankel·FollowPublished inHuman Parts·9 min read·--Ddimitrova (Pixabay), edited by AuthorI bathe my two-week old nephew in the kitchen sink. There is a ledge in the basin, but he keeps slipping down. I cradle his head, all wobbly on a useless neck and wipe down his newborn body. I watched my mom this morning and know to gently clean all the creases where baby dirt hides.
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Sep 2, 2024 |
shepherd.com | Caitlin Weaver |Heidi Reimer |Laurie Frankel |Ashley Audrain
I loved this book'sraw, unflinching exploration of a taboo topic: the quiet regret some mothers carry. Through Sadie, a fierce Broadway star and feminist icon, and her daughter Jude, an actress on the brink of her own fame, Reimer paints a portrait that's complex and so intimate it’s almost uncomfortable at times. I appreciated how neither woman was cast as the villain, and in their struggle, I found I could relate to both of them at different moments.
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Aug 18, 2024 |
medium.com | Laurie Frankel
“If you had a gun…” my father, Marv, says, his gray hair cut so close the stubble sparkles in the light. “I don’t have a gun,” I say, for no particular reason other than the word “gun” seems to require immediate response. “If you had a gun,” my father repeats with a steady, almost-drunk stare, “you still wouldn’t get an answer to your question so stop asking.”We have gathered at a restaurant—eight of us—to wish this man, Marv Goldman, a happy birthday, his eighty-third.
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Jul 23, 2024 |
medium.com | Laurie Frankel
Nathan is a scratched, hairy butt crack and a cup of Postum®. He is our new stepfather and will get laid off from his job three years into the marriage, at which point he will live off my mother for the next seven years until she snaps to and unloads him. 306 Mangrove Road is a taupe, three-story, split-level housewith a one-car garage and a large bay window in the living room. The day my mom, two sisters, and I visit our new house it is hot.
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