I do remember those magical days when we played outside, dodge ball, kickball, basketball….Where are our spirits? Especially now with covid, many of us..
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THE EMPTY NEST: admidst covid
I always thought I’d be a career woman. There was NO doubt about it. What it would be? That was in flux. A laywer? An actress? An accountant? (my high school guidance counselor told me to becoma an accountant because I was good in math. I was totally confused. I WANTED to be an actress or Read More
AN AMERICAN DREAM & catcher of the fallen angels
“I have dinner with people who have PhDs, with people who come from wealth, one friend is a nuclear physicist….. I’m a poor boy from the Bronx. I didn’t graduate high school …How do you think I do it?”, said my dad during his mid-eighties. BRONX BEGINNINGSIf you can recall from Read More
MY DAD: A blue eyed tribute
I still look up to my dad. He’s been gone fourteen years. A fascinating man, he had some wonderful rare attributes, a good share of challenges, and as far as the title goes, piercing blue eyes. He loved big and had a hard time showing it. Words, hugs and easy companionship, those weren’t his way. Read More
BASEBALL, G0D & DISCO?
I didn’t always believe in God. If you’ve read my earlier stories, you might surmise I hoped there was no God. From that vantage point, I thought the odds of a good life were better if life were just a crap shoot. At least then we’d all be squared off without a cheating ump or Read More
THE SABBATH QUEEN: our first Shabbos
If you remember, I had called Chabad as a possible avenue to learn about my new fascination with Jewish spirituality. I spoke right away with the Rebbetzin (the Rabbi’s wife Chanie) and told her I had very limited interaction with Judaism. I did have experiences in other spiritual settings and detailed my sundry explorations including Read More
DISILLUSIONED: and cracking open
Sam was extremely good looking. A very good dancer with a twinkle in his eye, dancing was big when he was growing up and he was a star on the dance floor. While his good looks and light-footed charm earned him some ease in life, Sam also faced hard lessons. Rifka, his mom, had experienced Read More
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
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
PARENTS PASSING: And the new family
Kindness: I am not going to put forth a canonized mom, i.e. a gentle soul who never had a bad word to say about anybody. My mom called it as she saw it. And she didn’t always like what she saw. That being said, she had a huge heart. She felt for the suffering of Read More