Posts Tagged: suburbia
Forgotten Fall Rituals – Burning Leaves and Fear of Fallout
Jumping in the pile of crunchy, dead leaves, hurling them into the air like confetti, was a fall ritual for mid-century kids. So was burning leaves. That earthy smell of burning autumn leaves is forever seared in my mind, transporting
Forgotten Fall Rituals – Burning Leaves and Fear of Fallout
Jumping in the pile of crunchy, dead leaves, hurling them into the air like confetti, was a fall ritual for mid-century kids. So was burning leaves. That earthy smell of burning autumn leaves is forever seared in my mind, transporting
Forgotten Fall Rituals – Burning Leaves and Fear of Fallout
Jumping in the pile of crunchy, dead leaves, hurling them into the air like confetti, was a fall ritual for mid-century kids. So was burning leaves. That earthy smell of burning autumn leaves is forever seared in my mind, transporting
Forgotten Fall Rituals – Burning Leaves and Fear of Fallout
Jumping in the pile of crunchy, dead leaves, hurling them into the air like confetti, was a fall ritual for mid-century kids. So was burning leaves. That earthy smell of burning autumn leaves is forever seared in my mind, transporting
A Hunter’s Christmas
65 years ago the most wished-for Christmas gift for this Jewish, 3-year-old suburban girl was a hunting rifle. Not just any rifle, but a gen-u-ine- Roy Rogers rifle, perfect for hunting pretend bears in my post-war suburban development. This
A Hunter’s Christmas
65 years ago the most wished-for Christmas gift for this Jewish, 3-year-old suburban girl was a hunting rifle. Not just any rifle, but a gen-u-ine- Roy Rogers rifle, perfect for hunting pretend bears in my post-war suburban development. This
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
Entenmanns- Let Them Eat Cake. And Cookies
Cake consumption in my childhood home revolved around the classic Jewish bakery triumvirate – Ebinger’s, Sara Lee, and Entenmanns. While I don’t come from a family of bakers, I do come from a family who loves their cakes. And danish,
Entenmanns- Let Them Eat Cake. And Cookies
Cake consumption in my childhood home revolved around the classic Jewish bakery triumvirate – Ebinger’s, Sara Lee, and Entenmanns. While I don’t come from a family of bakers, I do come from a family who loves their cakes. And danish,
Mum’s the Word When it Comes to Fall
I hate Mums. There, I’ve said it. Yet I just returned from the local nursery loaded down with a dozen or so pots of this despised plant. As summer annual flowers begin to fade, the vacancy in my terra cotta
Mum’s the Word When it Comes to Fall
I hate Mums. There, I’ve said it. Yet I just returned from the local nursery loaded down with a dozen or so pots of this despised plant. As summer annual flowers begin to fade, the vacancy in my terra cotta
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
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”
Exodus from the American Dream
Nothing has given me greater joy than sharing stories, insights, and images with you. As you may have noticed I’ve dropped off in my postings in recent months and want to share what is going on. Here is my
Exodus from the American Dream
Nothing has given me greater joy than sharing stories, insights, and images with you. As you may have noticed I’ve dropped off in my postings in recent months and want to share what is going on. Here is my
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
Envisioning The American Dream 