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Sara Hershkowitz

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Tank Our Protector

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If Tank were a character in a film, he would be the Dude from Big Lebowski. You think I’m kidding but if he could walk...

Discovering My Link to a Musical Legacy

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On an ordinary Tuesday in 2017, a Facebook message from a stranger popped up on my phone. “Dear Sara Hershkowitz, are you related to Philip...

The Cossacks Are Coming

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The Cossacks came for me this week. Well, they came because of something nice. That’s my Leo moon, trying to look on the bright side. The...

Back in the Saddle

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When I was a little girl, I briefly got to take horse-back riding lessons.

A City Girl in the Country

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I feel a sense of belonging here.

A Dog Named Tank

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Tank and I are training each other, and it is very fine.

The Sacred Family Latkes

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I come from a family that has strong feelings about latkes.

A Heated Conversation About Wearing Masks

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The heating repairman knocked on my door at 9:00 a.m. which in Soprano Time is the middle of the night but that is neither...

The Fragility of Art During COVID-19

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I'm sure most my singer colleagues will agree: to sing for a live audience is hushed and sacred in the best of times. In COVID...

If You March With Nazis, Guess What, You’re a Nazi

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So, I have this acquaintance in Berlin. He’s part of this great big Berliner woo-woo community that I used to dip in and out of. They’re...

The Smell of Autumn is Here

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I can smell it. Literally, in Les Baux, I can. The air smells suddenly like autumn; days are getting shorter, the leaves turning gold, the grapes...

Singing a Little Differently

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Singing is different now. Like, really, really different. I gave a concert on Friday took under an ancient Provençal oak tree, in a garden which is...

Singing Live in Front of an Audience in COVID-19

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I want so much to tell you what it felt like to sing for a live audience this week and I don’t quite know...

It’s Time to Remove the Misogyny in Everyday Life

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We can and should loudly speak out against racist, awful, entitled clueless tone-dear, dangerous behavior from folks of any gender.

Stumbling Upon French Jewish History

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It’s only because I got lost, and it’s only because I’m an inexperienced driver who white-knuckles the wheel when I drive stick-shift anywhere that’s...

I Love You, Dolly

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There was this woman in front of me in line at my favorite café in Bedoin. Younger than me, in shorts and sandals and freshly-showered...

Becoming an Honorary Les Baux Resident

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One funny thing about how much I adore Les Baux, is that the Provencal are not actually known for being very warm to outsiders. As...

Longing for Lemonade and Friendship

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I come from a family that is serious about lemonade. And I don’t mean that metaphorically. I mean, literally, we were serious about the drink. And...

Tales from the Market

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Monday is my favorite day of the week in Bedoin because it’s market day. Farmers selling carrots still caked in dirt, a flower stand selling...

When A Jewish Girl Enters a Church

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Jesus' looming, bloody statues, paintings and depictions of him on the crucifix, dripping blood from the places where the nails went in always scared me.

Attending the French Farmers Market After Months in Quarantining Alone

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See this fig tree here? It's my favorite tree on the block. It's got this really lush honeysuckle vine that has just entwined itself to...

After Eight Weeks in Quarantine, I Finally Gave Someone A Hug

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The sun did not shine the last days in Les Baux. It rained heavy and sad and I did not walk in the fields....

Finding a Way to Sing Together in Quarantine

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Who saw the moon two nights ago? My friend Ruth and I did. We kept our distance, but puttered up the stone pink dirt path, up...

Because of Social Distancing, A Dog Has Become My Boyfriend

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Greetings from Les Baux, France, where in the local news, Jacques showed up at 10:00 p.m. at night in the pouring rain. Again. I half-expected him...

Another Beautiful Day in Les Baux

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Well, it’s one of those beautiful days again in Les Baux and in news that will surprise exactly no one, Jacques has moved into...

Enjoying the Little Things During Quarantine

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It’s a deliciously warm day, in Les Baux, so warm I can *almost* pretend I’m on vacation and soon will saunter through the sunlit...

In Pandemic Times, Appreciate Artists

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Dear people who keep writing long articles telling artists to stop making stuff in Corona times, and/or shaming them for sharing their work online...

Life Social Distancing in Les Baux

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Well, it’s a fine day here in Les Baux and yeah, yeah, yeah, ok enough of the Garrison Keiler talk because something huge has...

Social Distancing in France

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Greetings from Les Baux. In my head right now, I am speaking that sentence in Garrison Keiler’s deep baritone voice ( “Greetings from Lake Woebegone…”). That...

YOM HASHOAH: They Were Our Neighbors

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The survivors were our neighbors. They were ancient and wrinkled and they spoke Yiddish and had numbers on their forearms and were all women. I never...
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