Yellow Mama Archives II

Rebecca Holtzman
Acuff, Gale
Ahern, Edward
Allen, R. A.
Alleyne, Chris
Andes, Tom
Arnold, Sandra
Aronoff, Mikki
Ayers, Tony
Baber, Bill
Baird, Meg
Baker, J. D.
Balaz, Joe
Barker, Adelaide
Barker, Tom
Barnett, Brian
Barry, Tina
Bartlett, Daniel C.
Bates, Greta T.
Bayly, Karen
Beckman, Paul
Bellani, Arnaav
Berriozabal, Luis Cuauhtemoc
Beveridge, Robert
Blakey, James
Booth, Brenton
Bracken, Michael
Burke, Wayne F.
Burnwell, Otto
Campbell, J. J.
Cancel, Charlie
Capshaw, Ron
Carr, Steve
Carrabis, Joseph
Cartwright, Steve
Centorbi, David Calogero
Cherches, Peter
Christensen, Jan
Clifton, Gary
Cody, Bethany
Costello, Bruce
Coverly, Harris
Crist, Kenneth James
Cumming, Scott
Davie, Andrew
Davis, Michael D.
Degani, Gay
De Neve, M. A.
Dillon, John J.
Dinsmoor, Robert
Dominguez, Diana
Dorman, Roy
Doughty, Brandon
Doyle, John
Dunham, T. Fox
Ebel, Pamela
Fagan, Brian Peter
Fillion, Tom
Fortier, M. L.
Fowler, Michael
Galef, David
Garnet, George
Garrett, Jack
Graysol, Jacob
Grech, Amy
Greenberg, KJ Hannah
Grey, John
Hagerty, David
Hardin, Scott
Held, Shari
Hicks, Darryl
Hivner, Christopher
Hoerner, Keith
Hohmann, Kurt
Holt, M. J.
Holtzman, Bernard
Holtzman, Bernice
Holtzman, Rebecca
Hopson, Kevin
Hubbs, Damon
Irwin, Daniel S.
Jabaut, Mark
Jermin, Wayne
Jeschonek, Robert
Johns. Roger
Kanner, Mike
Karl, Frank S.
Kempe, Lucinda
Kennedy, Cecilia
Keshigian, Michael
Kirchner, Craig
Kitcher, William
Kompany, James
Kondek, Charlie
Koperwas, Tom
Kreuiter, Victor
Larsen, Ted R.
Le Due, Richard
Leotta, Joan
Lester, Louella
Lubaczewski, Paul
Lucas, Gregory E.
Luer, Ken
Lukas, Anthony
Lyon, Hillary
Mannone, John C.
Margel, Abe
Martinez, Richard
McConnell, Logan
McQuiston, Rick
Middleton, Bradford
Milam, Chris
Miller, Dawn L. C.
Mladinic, Peter
Mobili, Juan
Mullins, Ian
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Myers, Jen
Newell, Ben
Nielsen, Ayaz Daryl
Nielsen, Judith
Onken, Bernard
Owen, Deidre J.
Park, Jon
Parker, Becky
Pettus, Robert
Plath, Rob
Potter, John R. C.
Prusky, Steve
Radcliffe, Paul
Reddick, Niles M.
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Reutter, G. Emil
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Rockwood, KM
Rollins, Janna
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Rosmus, Cindy
Ross, Gary Earl
Rowland, C. A.
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Schauber, Karen
Schildgen, Bob
Schmitt, Di
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Slota, Richelle Lee
Smith, Elena E.
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Snethen, Daniel G.
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Stoler, Cathi
Stoll, Don
Surkiewicz, Joe
Swartz, Justin
Taylor, J. M.
Temples. Phillip
Tobin, Tim
Traverso Jr., Dionisio "Don"
Turner, Lamont A.
Tustin, John
Tyrer, DJ
Varghese, Davis
Verlaine, Rp
Viola, Saira
Waldman, Dr. Mel
Al Wassif, Amirah
Weibezahl, Robert
Weil, Lester L.
Weisfeld, Victoria
Weld, Charles
White, Robb
Wilhide, Zachary
Williams, E. E.
Williams, K. A.
Wilsky, Jim
Wiseman-Rose, Sophia
Woods, Jonathan
Young, Mark
Zackel, Fred
Zelvin, Elizabeth
Zeigler, Martin
Zimmerman, Thomas
Zumpe, Lee Clark

Rebecca Holtzman

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by Rebecca Holtzman




Harriet wasn’t sure she heard the door chimes above the hum of the vacuum. She shut off the machine and looked through the peephole.

“Oh, no, not again,” she thought as she made the familiar gaudy print of the shapeless cotton housedress. Reluctantly she opened the door.

“Hi, Paula. Come on in. Excuse the mess. What are you collecting for this time, muscular dystrophy?”

“Uh-uh, that was last week, remember? Today it’s mental health. What’ll I put you down for?”

Pudgy, smoke-stained fingers held a pen in readiness. Harriet reached for her purse and extracted some coins.

“That’s all I have right now. Gosh, I don’t know how you find the time for all this. Doesn’t it bother Bill that you’re the only one in the building they ever stick for collection?”

“Oh, he doesn’t mind. Anything I want to do is okay with him. Besides, I volunteer for it. It breaks the monotony.”




Anne answered the phone on the fourth ring.

“Hello…Oh, Paula. Hi…Gee, no, I can’t. I’m expecting company tonight…Tomorrow? Well, actually I’m kind of tied up all week. Look, maybe you’d better get someone else to go with you. Tell you what. If it turns out I can make it next week, I’ll let you know. But if you can get anybody else, my feelings won’t be hurt. Thanks for asking me. Bye.”

Good heavens, doesn’t she ever stay at home? And doesn’t she think I have anything better to do than run all over town with her?




The weatherman had goofed again. What had been forecast as “light sprinkles” had arrived as a downpour of flooding proportions. You had to be crazy to go out in that mess. Either that or have a kid who was stuck in school without a raincoat or galoshes.

“I hope he appreciates what I’m going through to get him home dry,” mumbled Julia, as she treaded her way across the street.

A car skidded and stopped just short of her and another woman who was further impeded by several bulky packages she was carrying.

“Oh, Paula! I didn’t recognize you. You going to school, too?”

“No, both my kids are home with colds. I’m going to visit my cousin.”
“In this weather? Does she live in the neighborhood?”

“Not really. Two bus rides away.”

“For Pete’s sake, why don’t you call her up and cancel it? She’ll understand.”
“She doesn’t even know I’m coming. I roasted this turkey and did up a batch of cookies.”

“She sick or something?”

“No. I just thought I’d surprise her.”




As the day camp bus pulled away with Laurie waving energetically, Edna sighed blissfully.

“Best babysitter I ever had, that day camp. Now for a few hours of lovely relaxation.”

“Say, that’s a good idea. Joy’s in nursery school, so I’ve got a few hours to spare, too. Want to go to a movie?”

“Uh, thanks, Paula, but I’ve seen everything around here.”

Really have to watch my words around her, Edna thought. She means well, I guess, but I just can’t relax around her. Don’t know what it is.

“What about going downtown shopping? Hacker’s is having a sale. That’s where I get these housedresses.”

“Two days before Joe’s payday? You kidding?”

“What about two days from now?”

“Look, Paula, I can’t promise. Let’s play it by ear, okay?”




Sara frowned as she pushed her loaded shopping cart out of the supermarket. Thirty-five dollars, and for what? A few years ago I could have bought out the whole store for that.

At the sound of the siren she stopped short. A fire? An ambulance? Instinctively, she followed the crowd.

“My God, that’s our building!”

As she came nearer to home, she heard excited whispers.

“Jumped from that window”

“Saw her hit the ground.”

“Why would anybody do that?”

“Who was it? Who?”

Sara pushed her way through the crowd. The police had mercifully covered the body with a blanket. Onlookers stared at the mound on the sidewalk, trying to determine its identity. A gust of wind flipped up a corner of the blanket, and Sara caught sight of the gaudy print of a shapeless housedress.

Oh, no! Not Paula! It couldn’t be. She was so outgoing and friendly…

                            Local Housewife in Suicide Plunge

Mrs. Paula Stedman, 33, of 924 Leeds Avenue, jumped to her death yesterday afternoon from the window of her ninth-floor apartment. She is survived by her husband, William, and her two children, Joy, 5, and Philip, 12. Mrs. Stedman left a note, the contents of which were undisclosed.

Rebecca Holtzman was an artist and author of short fiction, essays, children’s stories, a collection of nonfiction stories about growing up with her large family, titled The Mama Stories, and pointed letters to the editor. She was a talented poet, lyricist, and parodist, the winner of the jingle-writing contest for the Broadway play Two Gentlemen of Verona in the 1970s, and in 1981 had her poem selected by the New York Statue Committee as the winning entry to become the inscription for the statue, “Cosmopolis,” by Nikos Korkantzis for “The Cosmopolis Project.” Her essays have appeared in Reader’s Digest and the column “A View From the Audience” in Playbill. Rebecca was a member of ASCAP and had one of her songs performed in The Songwriter’s Showcase in 1991. An elementary school secretary for 20 years, Rebecca was the writer of her school’s annual Christmas party musicals, featuring her song parodies.

Rebecca’s daughter continues to be in awe of her and is sure she left something out of her mother’s extensive bio.

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