Category Archives: Personal Memories
How America Met Rob Reiner – The Legacy of All In The Family
Rob Reiner was the first person I ever saw on television stand up to a bigot. And fifty years later, he still was. Though now the bigot from Queens was no longer his father-in-law, a foreman on a loading dock,
How America Met Rob Reiner – The Legacy of All In The Family
Rob Reiner was the first person I ever saw on television stand up to a bigot. And fifty years later, he still was. Though now the bigot from Queens was no longer his father-in-law, a foreman on a loading dock,
Hanukkah Light Dimmed by Darkness
As Hanukkah has begun around the world, a celebration has already faced a mass shooting terrorist attack in Sydney, Australia. At least 12 Jews were killed on Bondi Beach. Though this morning Jews woke up to a day of yet
Hanukkah Light Dimmed by Darkness
As Hanukkah has begun around the world, a celebration has already faced a mass shooting terrorist attack in Sydney, Australia. At least 12 Jews were killed on Bondi Beach. Though this morning Jews woke up to a day of yet
I Am An American
On a bookshelf in my cluttered office is a small, hardcover book I was given in third grade. The well-worn book nestled in between my many Dick, Jane, and Sally tomes is titled “I Am An American.” The mission of
I Am An American
On a bookshelf in my cluttered office is a small, hardcover book I was given in third grade. The well-worn book nestled in between my many Dick, Jane, and Sally tomes is titled “I Am An American.” The mission of
AIDS Awareness Day -No to Silence
Today, on World AIDS Day, Donald Trump wants there to be silence. I say no to silence. More than 20,000 Americans died before Ronald Reagan could bring himself to say the word AIDS in public because it was a “Gay
AIDS Awareness Day -No to Silence
Today, on World AIDS Day, Donald Trump wants there to be silence. I say no to silence. More than 20,000 Americans died before Ronald Reagan could bring himself to say the word AIDS in public because it was a “Gay
Forgotten Fall Rituals – Burning Leaves and Fear of Fallout
Jumping in the pile of crunchy, dead leaves, hurling them into the air like confetti, was a fall ritual for mid-century kids. So was burning leaves. That earthy smell of burning autumn leaves is forever seared in my mind, transporting
Forgotten Fall Rituals – Burning Leaves and Fear of Fallout
Jumping in the pile of crunchy, dead leaves, hurling them into the air like confetti, was a fall ritual for mid-century kids. So was burning leaves. That earthy smell of burning autumn leaves is forever seared in my mind, transporting
Forgotten Fall Rituals – Burning Leaves and Fear of Fallout
Jumping in the pile of crunchy, dead leaves, hurling them into the air like confetti, was a fall ritual for mid-century kids. So was burning leaves. That earthy smell of burning autumn leaves is forever seared in my mind, transporting
Forgotten Fall Rituals – Burning Leaves and Fear of Fallout
Jumping in the pile of crunchy, dead leaves, hurling them into the air like confetti, was a fall ritual for mid-century kids. So was burning leaves. That earthy smell of burning autumn leaves is forever seared in my mind, transporting
Let’s Put on a Thanksgiving Show
Channeling the enthusiasm of Mickey –“Hey kids, let’s put on a show”-Rooney, for most of my childhood, Thanksgiving always included a play starring my cousin Amy and me at our Nana Sadie’s apartment. My safety backup career plan as a
Let’s Put on a Thanksgiving Show
Channeling the enthusiasm of Mickey –“Hey kids, let’s put on a show”-Rooney, for most of my childhood, Thanksgiving always included a play starring my cousin Amy and me at our Nana Sadie’s apartment. My safety backup career plan as a
Another Saturday November 22, 1947
There was already a yahrzeit candle burning in my home on the morning of November 22, 1963. As I ate my breakfast that cold Friday morning, watching the flickering light in the glass jar, I could never have imagined the
Another Saturday November 22, 1947
There was already a yahrzeit candle burning in my home on the morning of November 22, 1963. As I ate my breakfast that cold Friday morning, watching the flickering light in the glass jar, I could never have imagined the
Every Woman Has A Story
Every woman has a story. Or two. I was thirteen when an adult cousin of my father’s tried to kiss me in a way reserved only for romantic movies. But I guess, according to Megyn Kelly, it was ok because
Every Woman Has A Story
Every woman has a story. Or two. I was thirteen when an adult cousin of my father’s tried to kiss me in a way reserved only for romantic movies. But I guess, according to Megyn Kelly, it was ok because
Confessions of a Serial Collector And Her Cereal Collection
Today, while many people are worrying over the price of groceries, others are willing to spend a week’s worth of groceries on a single box of cereal. Even one that is stale and decades old. For 36 years, a colorful
Confessions of a Serial Collector And Her Cereal Collection
Today, while many people are worrying over the price of groceries, others are willing to spend a week’s worth of groceries on a single box of cereal. Even one that is stale and decades old. For 36 years, a colorful
Envisioning The American Dream 