Category Archives: Personal Memories
All I Want For Hanukkah is a Christmas Tree
As Hanukkah approaches, I share a little secret. Like many American Jews, I secretly covet Christmas. Though taught in the Ten Commandments not to covet thy neighbor’s wife, there was no explicit directive to coveting thy neighbor’s holiday. Holiday cheer
All I Want For Hanukkah is a Christmas Tree
As Hanukkah approaches, I share a little secret. Like many American Jews, I secretly covet Christmas. Though taught in the Ten Commandments not to covet thy neighbor’s wife, there was no explicit directive to coveting thy neighbor’s holiday. Holiday cheer
Kennedy Assassination – A Weekend of Binge TV
History was compressed into a single weekend that November of 1963. It was the weekend that never seemed to end, that began with a TV bulletin and ended with a burning flame flickering on TV screens across the nation. Like
Kennedy Assassination – A Weekend of Binge TV
History was compressed into a single weekend that November of 1963. It was the weekend that never seemed to end, that began with a TV bulletin and ended with a burning flame flickering on TV screens across the nation. Like
World Trade Center Remembered
From The Vault: I watched the World Trade Center going up and I would eventually watch thse majestic towers fall. Only days before September 11, I had moved from the New York City I loved to one of its leafy
World Trade Center Remembered
From The Vault: I watched the World Trade Center going up and I would eventually watch thse majestic towers fall. Only days before September 11, I had moved from the New York City I loved to one of its leafy
Summer Season’s End
Bidding the Beach Club Goodbye Labor Day signaled the last call at my Grandmother’s Long Island beach club. Just as white shoes would make their final appearance of the season, so it was time to bid the sandy white
Summer Season’s End
Bidding the Beach Club Goodbye Labor Day signaled the last call at my Grandmother’s Long Island beach club. Just as white shoes would make their final appearance of the season, so it was time to bid the sandy white
Betty -a Bastille Day Jazz Age Baby
In 1926 while flaming youth roared and thousands mourned the death of Rudolph Valentino, my grandparents, Sadie and Arthur were overjoyed at the birth of their second daughter, Betty, my mother. A beloved Bastille Day baby, this jazz age
Betty -a Bastille Day Jazz Age Baby
In 1926 while flaming youth roared and thousands mourned the death of Rudolph Valentino, my grandparents, Sadie and Arthur were overjoyed at the birth of their second daughter, Betty, my mother. A beloved Bastille Day baby, this jazz age
A World Without Mad
What Me Worry? I am MAD. After 67 years MAD Magazine will cease publishing this fall. It will no longer be found on newsstands but sold via subscription. There will be no new material, just “best of content” and end
A World Without Mad
What Me Worry? I am MAD. After 67 years MAD Magazine will cease publishing this fall. It will no longer be found on newsstands but sold via subscription. There will be no new material, just “best of content” and end
Bobby Kennedy and Me
Bobby was about hope. 1968 was no ordinary time and Robert Kennedy was no ordinary candidate. Over fifty years later, the wave of young, earnest activists today feels similar to that infamous year when Bobby had fired up Americas youth.
Bobby Kennedy and Me
Bobby was about hope. 1968 was no ordinary time and Robert Kennedy was no ordinary candidate. Over fifty years later, the wave of young, earnest activists today feels similar to that infamous year when Bobby had fired up Americas youth.
Beauty Parlor Memories for Mothers Day
A Mothers Day without my own beloved mother means it’s a day of beloved mother memories. When I was a pre-schooler, I shadowed my mid-century mother everywhere she went. I was her Baba Looey to her Quick Draw McGraw, Boo
Beauty Parlor Memories for Mothers Day
A Mothers Day without my own beloved mother means it’s a day of beloved mother memories. When I was a pre-schooler, I shadowed my mid-century mother everywhere she went. I was her Baba Looey to her Quick Draw McGraw, Boo
Never Forget
Never Forget. Those words were seared into me as a child. As Jews gathered in N.Y.C. on Sunday for the annual Gathering of Remembrance at the Museum of Jewish Heritage, they came together as community to say we will never
Never Forget
Never Forget. Those words were seared into me as a child. As Jews gathered in N.Y.C. on Sunday for the annual Gathering of Remembrance at the Museum of Jewish Heritage, they came together as community to say we will never
Passover Preparation
I just finished my Passover shopping at Fairway and I feel very Farklempt. Preparing for Passover brings up a multitude of feelings and like most daughters, the holiday is deeply tied in with my mother. With the loss of my
Passover Preparation
I just finished my Passover shopping at Fairway and I feel very Farklempt. Preparing for Passover brings up a multitude of feelings and like most daughters, the holiday is deeply tied in with my mother. With the loss of my
Envisioning The American Dream 