Posts Tagged: personal essay
A Caretaker’s Recounting of a Mother’s Last Week
Because my mother died the night before Passover, that first seder at my home a day later felt unbearable. I was shell-shocked from both her loss and from the months of intense caregiving. The traditions and rituals continued, but
A Caretaker’s Recounting of a Mother’s Last Week
Because my mother died the night before Passover, that first seder at my home a day later felt unbearable. I was shell-shocked from both her loss and from the months of intense caregiving. The traditions and rituals continued, but
The Secret Siblings Who Saved Me
Today is National Siblings Day, and like many, my relationship with my own sibling is strained. We are not estranged per se, but the relationship with my older brother is awkward, void of genuine connection, and filled with decades
The Secret Siblings Who Saved Me
Today is National Siblings Day, and like many, my relationship with my own sibling is strained. We are not estranged per se, but the relationship with my older brother is awkward, void of genuine connection, and filled with decades
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
Happiness Lost and Found
When I moved from my large house in Huntington and had to downsize, I donated over 50 Hefty bags filled with clothes, some current, some vintage, but all were hard to part with. In the past few days, I’ve been
Happiness Lost and Found
When I moved from my large house in Huntington and had to downsize, I donated over 50 Hefty bags filled with clothes, some current, some vintage, but all were hard to part with. In the past few days, I’ve been
How My Love Affair With Dogs Began With a Man named Moe
I woke up with Moe on the mind. My dog Moe, was not the first Moe in my life. The Three Stooges notwithstanding, the only other Moe I ever knew was my father’s law partner, who unknowingly was instrumental in
How My Love Affair With Dogs Began With a Man named Moe
I woke up with Moe on the mind. My dog Moe, was not the first Moe in my life. The Three Stooges notwithstanding, the only other Moe I ever knew was my father’s law partner, who unknowingly was instrumental in
Garden Grief
At this time of year, my former beautiful garden in my former home appears as random pop-up memories on Facebook as it did yesterday. It startles, a poignant but at times painful reminder of the beauty I created, nurtured, and
Garden Grief
At this time of year, my former beautiful garden in my former home appears as random pop-up memories on Facebook as it did yesterday. It startles, a poignant but at times painful reminder of the beauty I created, nurtured, and
A Mother’s Voice Never Leaves Us
The calendar says today is 17 years since my mother passed away. The yahrzeit candle I lit last night confirms that. Yet, as so many of you understand, it feels surreal for it to be that many years. That means
A Mother’s Voice Never Leaves Us
The calendar says today is 17 years since my mother passed away. The yahrzeit candle I lit last night confirms that. Yet, as so many of you understand, it feels surreal for it to be that many years. That means
Envisioning The American Dream 