THE FORGOTTEN ONES: and stubborn hope

My father’s mother, Rifka, was a young woman living in Poland in the early 1900s. Pogroms against the Jewish people were common in her little community in Galicia. These recurring outbreaks of violence created desperate conditions and the Jewish people sought to escape. Little did they know it was to get much worse in Galicia, not better, in Read More

ZAIDY AND BUBBE: A love story

Here is the story of my grandparents, Sonny’s parents. Sonny as you may recall is my mom, the Bronx lady who loved a good hot dog, clandestinely shopped at flea markets, and who could make you laugh until you cried. I heard the following story many many times through the years from my grandmother, Yeta. I Read More

THE JUNKYARD BAND: hi, hello, what’s up?

I am so excited! I lost, for decades, a video I made with a friend over thirty five years ago. It was a happy video featuring The Junkyard Band. I was delighted to recently see these musicians on Facebook. They are STILL actively performing! I think I recognize some of the men who were then Read More

THE PHYSICS OF LOVE: Trimming rose bushes

Last week I cut back my double knock out rose bushes. Here’s the crazy thing. I have had these rose bushes for ten years. Every year when I cut them back, I get all scratched up, I struggle like nobody’s business, and often I fail. When my sons help, they do a decent job. I Read More