Posts about my family
In 1978 I was a junior in high school. My brother was 23, had moved back home from college in Washington D.C., and had recently entered the New York City workforce. My sister was a junior in college and had transferred to CW Post from the University of Hartford where she had two years earlier […]
“Because it’s your sister, that’s why.” Read More »
I looked up the word karma the other day. It means action, work, or deed; it also refers to the spiritual principle of cause and effect where the intent and actions of an individual influence the future of that individual. I was telling a friend that my ex-wife did something, again, to hurt me while
This virus is making me nuts. I mean absolutely crazy. Somebody asked me what day it was. I looked at my phone and replied, “Tuesday.” The next question. “What month is this?” I again looked at my phone. “May.” I had lost touch with the calendar. I stopped for a moment as this thought came
Baseball and me: Perfect Together Read More »
It was colder than Joe expected as he walked from the elevator to his Lexus. He was wearing his zippered sweatshirt, olive cargo shorts, and sneakers. When he started the engine, he turned the heat to 78 before changing the radio to Maddog Sports. He heard the howling of the wind as he approached Interstate
When Relationships Fool Us Read More »
Life was different in the 60s. How you ask? My mother, for example, would leave me at home when I was five years old and drive my older brother and sister to school. What did I know? She would turn on the television in the den and I would watch Captain Kangaroo. While waiting for
Uncle Floyd and Me Read More »
Amid the starlight was the ever glow of the moon, that mother of the sky watching over every beating heart, steady and true. She was reflecting off the backyard pond, splashing down its watery white-silver glow, illuminating the houses surrounding her. And in the distance, the trees were silhouetted against the deep, dark sky. “So,
“Hello,” she said, picking up the kitchen phone. “No. Not yet. Yes, they’re both here. Okay, let me just give it to him and I’ll meet you at Neiman’s in about twenty minutes.” Upon hanging up, my mother walked into the dining room, picked up a large white Macy’s box, and dropped it on my
No More Mister Nice Guy Read More »
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
When my music became Classic Rock Read More »