Posts Tagged: Personal Memories
Memories Not For Sale
Bit by bit, pieces of my life have been going off to live in new homes as I sell off some of my belongings that I can no longer keep. Yesterday I said goodbye to my antique dining room chairs
Memories Not For Sale
Bit by bit, pieces of my life have been going off to live in new homes as I sell off some of my belongings that I can no longer keep. Yesterday I said goodbye to my antique dining room chairs
9/11 Twenty Years Ago
September 10, 2001. It was 20 years ago …the day before the world changed forever; and one in which my own world went through a life-altering change of its own. I had just moved into a newly built house in
9/11 Twenty Years Ago
September 10, 2001. It was 20 years ago …the day before the world changed forever; and one in which my own world went through a life-altering change of its own. I had just moved into a newly built house in
Remembering Real Space Champions
Jeff Bezo’s penisrocketing into the great blue yonder left me frankly unsatisfied. I’m old enough to remember real space heroes, not self-indulgent corporate billionaires looking for a mid-life thrill ride. If kids today see billionaires as the new models for
Remembering Real Space Champions
Jeff Bezo’s penisrocketing into the great blue yonder left me frankly unsatisfied. I’m old enough to remember real space heroes, not self-indulgent corporate billionaires looking for a mid-life thrill ride. If kids today see billionaires as the new models for
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
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
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
In My Jewish Home I Grew Up Celebrating Christmas
Sometimes it can feel like Hanukkah doesn’t hold a candle to Christmas. Eight skinny, little Hanukkah candles can’t even begin to compete with vibrating LED Christmas lights pulsating in sequence to the sound of everything from “Let it Snow”
In My Jewish Home I Grew Up Celebrating Christmas
Sometimes it can feel like Hanukkah doesn’t hold a candle to Christmas. Eight skinny, little Hanukkah candles can’t even begin to compete with vibrating LED Christmas lights pulsating in sequence to the sound of everything from “Let it Snow”
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
