A Jewish Mother will negotiate with G‑d on your behalf—and win. Some call it prayer, but Jewish mothers are known to talk to the Master of the Universe much in the same manner as they talk to their husbands. Perhaps you’ve heard of the Jewish mother who took her child for a stroll on a […]
I was looking at old photographs last week. I could look at photos all day long, which is why all my photo albums are in the closet and I rarely allow myself to look at my Google Photos during the week. But there I was staring at me, cute as a button, at eight years
My ninth birthday celebration was memorable. It must be memorable because I remember it like it was yesterday. We drove into New York City from our Long Island home. (We, by the way, included my parents, my brother and my sister). Back in 1970, Radio City Music Hall would premier a new movie and, before
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Love is a funny thing. Every Friday when I was five, my mother drove me to my grandmother’s house. My brother and sister were in school, and my mother’s beauty parlor was near Nanny. She dropped me off at ten o’clock and would reappear after lunch with her hair coiffed majestically and a trunk filled
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I’m waiting for her, she just doesn’t know it. I even know her name. Just a random thought constantly going through my mind. Stray or random thoughts are what scientists call involuntary semantic memories. These thoughts are involuntary, meaning they were not something you were trying to think of. Semantic refers to facts or events,
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Two empty chairs, facing a beautiful sunset. So sublime, yet so many questions. If you can visualize, who do you see sitting in the chairs? You and your husband (or wife)? You and a son or daughter? You and a mother or father? Or, you alone? If it is you alone, what are you thinking?
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My mother said those words to me the day that I was too sick to go to first grade. I threw up a few times in the middle of the night and my dad, who used to wake his three children up by opening bedroom doors and pulling up shades, let me sleep in. I
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I was born and raised on the South Shore of Long Island, back in the 1960s and 70s. When I was growing up, the most dreadful holiday was Labor Day. After two full months of no school, it signified the end of summer. Back to school. The worst three words any kid could ever hear.
Three o’clock in the morning can seem glorious. It’s quiet. It’s eternal. And all problems are on hold. When I was in my twenties 3 a.m. meant I had been out drinking in New York City and was happy to make it back to my apartment with no visible signs of stupidity (i.e. lost wallet,
Indulge me. I have been feeling sorry for myself lately. I know. I know. Helen Keller said, “I cried because I had no shoes until I met a man who had no feet.” But does that mean we can’t be upset? There are always going to be people worse off than me. There are always