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Amy Lederman Dec 31, 2020 Columns, Opinion, View from Central Park If you had told me a year ago that I would change my life by selling my Tucson home to be closer to my mom in New Jersey, or that I would spend the winter bundled up in Boston rather than hiking in the […]
Amy Lederman Jan 17, 2019 Columns, Opinion, Reflections It wasn’t more than a few days after my Dad died, just four months shy of his 100th birthday, that my brother and I began the formidable task of “going through Dad’s desk.” The desk wasn’t really a desk at all: it was a repository for mountains […]
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Posted February 25, 2011 / Amy Hirshberg Lederman, Special to the AJP I grew up in a house where words were the currency by which my brother and I gained recognition. Unlike most of our peers’ parents, whose approval was dished out for making the varsity team or getting straight A’s, my dad’s highest form […]
Posted December 17, 2020 / Amy Hirshberg Lederman, Special to the AJP If you had told me a year ago that I would change my life by selling my Tucson home to be closer to my Mom in New Jersey or that I would spend the winter bundled up in Boston rather than hiking in […]
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Amy Hirshberg Lederman / Seniors / May 19, 2020 The job description might read something like this: “Looking for someone 24/7 with the patience of a saint, the wisdom of the Dali Lama, the goodness of Mother Teresa, and the ability to find the humor in the most difficult of situations. Must be fluent in the language […]
Amy Lederman Oct 19, 2017 Columns, Opinion, Reflections In 1980, I began my career as a law clerk working at the Arizona Court of Appeals. My job was to research issues for the judge and work on draft opinions, which would then be fully reviewed, analyzed and edited until he was fully satisfied with the […]
Amy Lederman Sep 12, 2019 Columns, Opinion, Reflections In October, 1965, Columbia Records released a hit song by the Byrds called “Turn, Turn, Turn.” But while my friends and I loved its beautiful harmony, I never suspected that its words would accompany me through life, spanning decades of historical and personal events from the Vietnam […]