A Tale of Two Postcards

by Rebecca Einstein Schorr on 03 August 2015 @ 7:08 pm



It is so very quiet here at Beit Schorr. All three kids are away at summer camp and it is very, very quiet.
Wonderful silence.

Yes, I miss my kids. In an abstract kind of way. Their imprint is still in every corner of our home. And I know that within moments of their return in a couple of weeks, it will seem as though they had never left.

This is our first summer with all three kids gone. The first with Jacob away as a camper. And he is the one we’ve wondered about the most. Is he enjoying himself? Is he happy? Is he loving camp?

His missives have been extremely brief. In his defense, he is only eight.

jacob envelope

And I clearly forgot to school him in the appropriate way to address an envelope. (It got to us anyway.)

But the best one came today. In the form of a postcard. Or, rather, two postcards.

Jacob said that he missed us.

Lilly also misses us. And wants us to “send stuff.”

But the best line. At the very bottom of her postcard.

“Jacob is having fun.”

An unsolicited observation from a big sister.



Crossing It Off The List

by Rebecca Einstein Schorr on 28 May 2015 @ 9:17 pm

Last year, I decided that in addition to a family summer bucket list, I was going to create a Mama Summer Bucket List. It wasn’t particularly long. Nor was it even very exciting. But it was mine. Things to do just for me. Or, as the tagline says,

This summer, it’s all about me. To do or try the things that I can’t manage to get to when the kids are around.

Things like going to particular indie bookstore.
Weekly trips to the farmer’s market.
Doing a jigsaw puzzle.

See? Not terribly exciting.

But all activities that hold some meaning or importance.

I didn’t get to them all. For various reasons. But there’s no rush and I figure that I’ll get to these things…eventually. I also decided that they don’t need to be restricted to summer. Although I admit that most of these do take some logistical acrobatics to make them happen.

Last week, I was able to cross off one that had been nagging at me for some time: to tell a story at a story slam. Story Slams have grown in popularity as this piece in the Boston Globe details.


Make no mistake; competition is involved. (Click on the picture for the rules.)

I was so nervous. Neither one of my friends who were going to the slam were able to make it. But I persevered. Which is saying a lot. Because it meant that I went to hang out, by myself, in a pub.

(BTW, the water there is delish!)

As luck would have it, I was the first name drawn from the hat. Which is when I knew I’d lose the competition. No matter how perfect my story or how great my delivery. Because anyone who has ever watched an ice skating or gymnastics competition knows (or, as in my case, competed vocally), kicking off the competition is not the winning position in the line-up. Prevailing opinion is that the judges are saving themselves. They don’t want to score a winner right away because it doesn’t leave any wiggle room for later competitors.

Or, I suppose, it could be that the winner was better.

Either way, I was the very first storyteller at the inaugural Lehigh Valley Story Slam. A #shehecheyanumoment. And I got to cross it off my bucket list.


When My Music Becomes Old People’s Music

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The local radio stations must have decreed that today would be an 80’s soundtrack day. (Which is to say it was a great music day!) “Circle in the Sand” — Belinda Carlisle “Red, Red Wine” — UB40 cover “”Don’t Get Me Wrong” — The Pretenders I was singing in my car all day long. Every […]

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Why I Don’t Wear Blue Today

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Today is World Autism Awareness Day. It is, like most things, controversial in the autism community. A subject for another day. The reason I don’t wear blue is simple. The person I love who is on the autism spectrum despises this initiative. Ben used to think it was cool. Cool that people all over the […]

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Meaningful Schmutz

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28 February 1990 8:00am Music Theory II As always, Dr. Arlin strode into the classroom precisely at 7:59am. Only on this particular day, she had a bit of schmutz on her forehead. It is a darn good thing that I thought to silently count to five before saying anything. Because the poor sod who inquired […]

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One False Move

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I had added an additional hour to my travel time. I walked slowly on the concrete sidewalk. I crossed cautiously across the street. Yet, not a single one of these precautions saved me from the icy brickwork. What I Learned from Falling Flat on my Face Falls happen in slow motion It is really true. […]

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I’ve been the mother of a child with special needs for nearly fourteen-and-a-half-years. Which kind of makes me an expert. Or so I thought. Recently, I was reminded of what happens when I don’t take the time to step back and better anticipate what can be done to make Ben’s life easier. For that experience […]

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I don’t usually cry about the difficulties of rearing a child with special needs. Not because I don’t feel the sadness. But because I’ve steeled myself against it. And because I’m afraid that once I start, it will be too difficult to stem the flow. But tonight, I am crying. I am crying for my […]

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The Reader’s Story

December 2, 2014

Every book tells a story. (That is, after all, the point of a book.) Some books, however, tell a story about the reader. For those of us whose lives depend on the written word for sustenance, we hold especially dear those titles that tell a piece of our story. And for me, The Chosen is […]

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Mission Accomplished: Ted Talk

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I have a list. It’s akin to a bucket list, I suppose. But it is not about places I want to go or things I want to see. Or, I should say, it’s not just about those things. It’s a list of the things that I want to accomplish. Like learn Yiddish. I want to […]

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