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There's a popular radio commercial that asks listeners something like this: "Would you rather spend your money to acquire a new language or to acquire more stuff?" At my age my ability to retain anything I learn is so low, I'd rather acquire more stuff. However, I already know another language, one ingrained in me as a child: Yiddish. My bubbe (grandmother), the one from the Old Country, spoke Yiddish to my mother and vice versa, particularly when they didn't want me to understand ...

I found him: the mysterious man who was supposed to seduce me, the aspiring novelist, while on a weekend hiatus from my husband and two kids. He was, of all places, in Nordstrom Rack. This man was tall, freakishly tall. His dark, curly hair and broad shoulders soared above the sea of men's dress trousers. I was across the store in the lingerie department, tangled amongst discounted lace. Mr. Handsome wore an olive green linen shirt with pockets and tortoise shell buttons that teased their ...