Category Archives: Personal Memories
A Flood of Memories
To be filed under a flood of memories The past few weeks I have felt as though underwater with the massive task of unpacking hundreds of boxes in my new home, and repacking the remains of my old one.
A Flood of Memories
To be filed under a flood of memories The past few weeks I have felt as though underwater with the massive task of unpacking hundreds of boxes in my new home, and repacking the remains of my old one.
A Bastille Day Birthday Memory
For the past 20 years, July 14th meant only one thing in my family- my mother Betty’s Bastille Day birthday bash – a big family pool party at my house. Today she would have turned 95 and we would
A Bastille Day Birthday Memory
For the past 20 years, July 14th meant only one thing in my family- my mother Betty’s Bastille Day birthday bash – a big family pool party at my house. Today she would have turned 95 and we would
Hello From the Long Goodbye
Donald Trump may have abandoned the world of blogging but despite my recent absence, I have not. My attention has been shifted momentarily out of necessity because of my soon-to-be move to a new home but my heart remains
Hello From the Long Goodbye
Donald Trump may have abandoned the world of blogging but despite my recent absence, I have not. My attention has been shifted momentarily out of necessity because of my soon-to-be move to a new home but my heart remains
Pesticides Belong- to the Fun of Living!
Mid-Century America was the golden age of pesticides and it was love at first sight. Any thoughts about Earth Day and the environment lay far in the future. Thousands of new chemicals were put to use in new and amazing
Pesticides Belong- to the Fun of Living!
Mid-Century America was the golden age of pesticides and it was love at first sight. Any thoughts about Earth Day and the environment lay far in the future. Thousands of new chemicals were put to use in new and amazing
A Daughter’s Homage to Her Mother
It feels unfathomable that it will be13 years on Sunday since my beloved mother Betty passed away. The same number of years it took to come of age and be Bat Mitzvah ( or Hebrew Recognition as my very Reform
A Daughter’s Homage to Her Mother
It feels unfathomable that it will be13 years on Sunday since my beloved mother Betty passed away. The same number of years it took to come of age and be Bat Mitzvah ( or Hebrew Recognition as my very Reform
Beverly Cleary, An Ageless Appeal
It was clear to anyone who knew me as a child that Beverly Cleary was my favorite author. Browsing the shelves of my local suburban library was an adored childhood activity in the 1960s. With my yellow paper library
Beverly Cleary, An Ageless Appeal
It was clear to anyone who knew me as a child that Beverly Cleary was my favorite author. Browsing the shelves of my local suburban library was an adored childhood activity in the 1960s. With my yellow paper library
A Passover Tradition in an Nontraditional Time
Neither packing nor a pandemic can stop Pesach for me. The wine-stained,, dog-eared Maxwell House Haggadahs I have used for 60 years sit on my table like always, but things are not like always. Setting my Passover table for the
A Passover Tradition in an Nontraditional Time
Neither packing nor a pandemic can stop Pesach for me. The wine-stained,, dog-eared Maxwell House Haggadahs I have used for 60 years sit on my table like always, but things are not like always. Setting my Passover table for the
AOC – We Will Not Move On – Keep Speaking Up Survivors. It Matters.
Like AOC, I’ve been told to “Move On. To forget.” “Move on, forget about it.” I was told when I was 19 and viciously sexually assaulted on a warm summer night in the balsam-scented woods of suburban N.J. “Put it
AOC – We Will Not Move On – Keep Speaking Up Survivors. It Matters.
Like AOC, I’ve been told to “Move On. To forget.” “Move on, forget about it.” I was told when I was 19 and viciously sexually assaulted on a warm summer night in the balsam-scented woods of suburban N.J. “Put it
When COVID, Chaos, and Cognitive Decline Collide…Who Could Imagine That
I’ve always had a fertile imagination. For nearly six decades I’ve imagined my life unfolding in the form of a TV show always playing to an imaginary studio audience and their reactions. Its genesis was the late-night imaginings of a
When COVID, Chaos, and Cognitive Decline Collide…Who Could Imagine That
I’ve always had a fertile imagination. For nearly six decades I’ve imagined my life unfolding in the form of a TV show always playing to an imaginary studio audience and their reactions. Its genesis was the late-night imaginings of a
Witness to the Best of Us and the Worst of Us
Who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men? It’s not only The Shadow who knows. Along with that famous 1930’s radio character, Donald Trump knows the darkness that resides in the hearts of many of our fellow Americans.
Witness to the Best of Us and the Worst of Us
Who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men? It’s not only The Shadow who knows. Along with that famous 1930’s radio character, Donald Trump knows the darkness that resides in the hearts of many of our fellow Americans.
Envisioning The American Dream 