Posts Tagged: personal essay
How a Dog Brought Me Full Circle
No surprise it was a small squishy dog that tugged at my heart. This past weekend I was in West Palm Beach to visit my Aunt Lois and attend the memorial service for my Uncle Sandy. My Dad’s kid brother,
How a Dog Brought Me Full Circle
No surprise it was a small squishy dog that tugged at my heart. This past weekend I was in West Palm Beach to visit my Aunt Lois and attend the memorial service for my Uncle Sandy. My Dad’s kid brother,
Sixty Years Ago November 22, 1963 An Ordinary Day Turned Extraordinary
Friday, November 22, 1963, began as ordinarily as any other school day. That crisp N.Y. fall morning gave no indication that 60 years later it would be one burned into my consciousness. By afternoon, life in our country would never
Sixty Years Ago November 22, 1963 An Ordinary Day Turned Extraordinary
Friday, November 22, 1963, began as ordinarily as any other school day. That crisp N.Y. fall morning gave no indication that 60 years later it would be one burned into my consciousness. By afternoon, life in our country would never
Stanley’s Story
Everything about my dog Stanley has been miraculous. His longevity was among them. I never had the good fortune to have a dog live to 14 years of age. So it was with enormous gratitude that a week ago Tuesday
Stanley’s Story
Everything about my dog Stanley has been miraculous. His longevity was among them. I never had the good fortune to have a dog live to 14 years of age. So it was with enormous gratitude that a week ago Tuesday
At Home With Pee Wee Herman
Pee Wee Herman, forever enshrined in popular culture, was until recently forever enshrined in my home. The quirky and loveable man-child kept me company for decades. Long after his beloved Saturday morning TV show went off the air, Pee Wee
At Home With Pee Wee Herman
Pee Wee Herman, forever enshrined in popular culture, was until recently forever enshrined in my home. The quirky and loveable man-child kept me company for decades. Long after his beloved Saturday morning TV show went off the air, Pee Wee
The Spirit Of Bastille Day
As many of you know when I was a little girl I was a little boy. From the tender age of three until about seven, I was known in my family as “Pierre the Artist” who lived in Paris It’s
The Spirit Of Bastille Day
As many of you know when I was a little girl I was a little boy. From the tender age of three until about seven, I was known in my family as “Pierre the Artist” who lived in Paris It’s
How The Near Death Of My Dog Inspires
In an alternative universe, I would be saying kaddish (the ancient mourner’s prayer Jews recited after the loss of a loved one) for my bestest friend Stanley my beautiful Labrador retriever. And a frequent blogger on this site. Instead, I
How The Near Death Of My Dog Inspires
In an alternative universe, I would be saying kaddish (the ancient mourner’s prayer Jews recited after the loss of a loved one) for my bestest friend Stanley my beautiful Labrador retriever. And a frequent blogger on this site. Instead, I
Mothers Never Leave Us Even When They Are Gone
Fifteen years ago in a darkened hospital room, I held my mother’s frail hand and gently whispered in her ear how she was the love of my life, that I was going to tell her story, that I would write
Mothers Never Leave Us Even When They Are Gone
Fifteen years ago in a darkened hospital room, I held my mother’s frail hand and gently whispered in her ear how she was the love of my life, that I was going to tell her story, that I would write
My Tribute to MAD Magazine
In a world gone mad, I still find comfort in reading my old MAD Magazines. On the occasion of this classic magazine turning 70, I paid tribute. Please enjoy my essay in Next Tribe. https://nexttribe.com/growing-up-in-a-mad-mad-mad-magazine-world-a-tribute/?fbclid=IwAR2dLOCCGKD7e0Z4Kile80HkdM_Hl74sWl_CKYiUUshonR8CRu3Glb6DtqQ
My Tribute to MAD Magazine
In a world gone mad, I still find comfort in reading my old MAD Magazines. On the occasion of this classic magazine turning 70, I paid tribute. Please enjoy my essay in Next Tribe. https://nexttribe.com/growing-up-in-a-mad-mad-mad-magazine-world-a-tribute/?fbclid=IwAR2dLOCCGKD7e0Z4Kile80HkdM_Hl74sWl_CKYiUUshonR8CRu3Glb6DtqQ
How To Downsize Without Feeling Depressed- The Ethel
Sometimes downsizing isn’t a choice but thrust on you. When you are both a serious collector and sentimentalist like me that is never easy. But when 2 tragedies nearly back to back forced me to discard beloved things, I discovered
How To Downsize Without Feeling Depressed- The Ethel
Sometimes downsizing isn’t a choice but thrust on you. When you are both a serious collector and sentimentalist like me that is never easy. But when 2 tragedies nearly back to back forced me to discard beloved things, I discovered
A Different July 4th -Dispatches From the Hospital
I knew this year’s July 4th was going to be a different one. Disillusioned and deeply disappointed in our country, this was not going to be a celebratory holiday for me. America’s democracy was already in critical condition when the
A Different July 4th -Dispatches From the Hospital
I knew this year’s July 4th was going to be a different one. Disillusioned and deeply disappointed in our country, this was not going to be a celebratory holiday for me. America’s democracy was already in critical condition when the
Envisioning The American Dream 