Posts about my family
The synagogue was filling up. After what felt like an eternity, the day had arrived. The planning that you ignored and the people who you knew but did not know each other were being ushered into the main sanctuary. Your brother, who you mistakenly asked to be your Best Man, opened the back door allowing […]
I Do. You Can’t. He Better. Read More »
It’s getting darker. The lights are dim, and I am straining to see. But it’s there. I’m not driving, and I am not in a drug-induced hallucination. I am however wrestling consciously and subconsciously with two thoughts so opposite I cannot comprehend what’s going on. One is a nightmare. It’s recurring. It won’t leave. It
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It’s dark. It’s late. No, it’s early. I’m sitting on the enclosed terrace. Staring at the moon’s reflection off the ocean. No sounds. At this moment, the universe comprises water, sky, stars, and me. Why am I awake at this hour? I refer you to my blog post, 3 AM. I have no answers why
Several years ago, I found myself looking for a job. I had lost my position as a Strategic Alliance Manager traveling up and down the Eastern Seaboard working for a large corporation and was faced with the prospect of no income. I was married to a narcissist and had two small children. She refused to
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When I was 10 years old, we took our first family vacation that did not include driving in my dad’s car. Don’t get me wrong, those trips to Plymouth Rock, Cooperstown to see the Baseball Hall of Fame, and the mountains in upstate New York, known as the Borscht Belt, were fun. Although, as the
What happened to the glamour of air travel Or Any place for that Matter? Read More »
When I was seven years old, I liked living in my house and being responsible for nothing. When we traveled, my mother packed for me, unpacked for me, and told me what to wear. At eight, my father informed me if I made my bed every day, he would give me fifty cents every Friday
Summer And Me, Not Always Perfect Together Read More »
“Steve Kaye. Can I help you?” “You free for lunch?” “Oh, gee. Let me check my calendar. I think I can move some things.” “Okay. I’ll see you there at noon.” Click. I hung up the phone, looked at my watch, and exhaled. “Eight-forty-five. Okay, I can walk out of here, see three accounts, grab
Lunch at the Hideaway Read More »
I read an article in Time Magazine. It talked about a Broadway show called “Sea Wall/A Life.” The writing in these separate monologues — played together on a double bill at Broadway’s Hudson Theatre — with solo performances by Tom Sturridge (“Sea Wall”) and Jake Gyllenhaal (“A Life”)had a common theme, death. It said, “Meet Alex, a photographer on
The Jaw-Dropping and Horrific Truth About Life Read More »
When I was growing up, we walked to school. Big kids. Little kids. We ate breakfast (cereal or Pop Tarts), picked up our books (nobody had a backpack), and were handed our lunches (as we got older brown bags took the place of our batman lunch boxes) or a dollar to buy lunch. On a
The Decline of Walking and Biking to School Read More »
I love technology. I really do. I mean who doesn’t? When I was a kid, I was excited when I received a tape recorder for my tenth birthday. I had a 13-inch Sony Trinitron, complete with rabbit ears and six channels, that is unless you include channel 13, but I wasn’t much for Sesame Street
Technology in the Early Days Read More »