Authorial Cruelty
After 60+ years of craving fiction, I am finding “imagined” tales tough going. I can’t seem to lose myself in the story. I am too aware of the author pulling the strings: Letting us meet the characters (and like them)… Read More ›
Recent Posts
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Going, Going, Gone: Another icon bites the dust
The Newark Newsstand closed. Forever. For 28+ years I revelled in stopping there to eyeball the latest editions of my favorite magazines. The owners were tolerant and allowed that occasional noon-time read with no intent to purchase. The deeper you… Read More ›
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Grandparenting
My grandmother, the only grandparent I knew, immigrated to the US from the village of Minkovitz, located in what is now the Ukraine. She arrived at Ellis Island around 1906, at age 20 with her 18 year old sister, after… Read More ›
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Hannah and Holden
It has taken me almost til the end of the second season of Girls to “get” Hannah Horvath. I kept identifying with Hannah’s mother, disapproving of Hannah’s sloth, flightiness, financial dependence, promiscuity, risk taking, etc. I could see why it… Read More ›
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Aging/Shmaging
Do I want to waste my sixties trying to pretend I’m still young, a slave of the anti-aging bias in our society? Should I seize on every “youth pill,” miracle cream, and procedure that claims to erase the marks of… Read More ›
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Full of Old Stuff
A recent article in the Science section of the New York Times explains alot with the opening sentence. “Learning becomes more difficult as we age not because we have trouble absorbing new information, but because we fail to forget the… Read More ›
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Blessings of the School Bus
I took a museum jaunt to Philly with Beth El on Sunday. The surprise was that the conveyance was a school bus. Not the streamlined, cushy-seated, electronics-friendly, be-bath-roomed Mega Bus, but a bona fide bouncy, bare-bones school bus. I haven’t… Read More ›
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21 Years and Counting
January 6 is the 21th anniversary of my father’s death- his yartzeit. I still miss him. I’m still mad at him. I still love him. He was a grower of orchids, an inveterate walker, a lover of sparkling prose and… Read More ›
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Celebrating the New Year… six months into retirement
Since New Year’s Day is a time of reflection on the past, I decided to list what I’ve learned since retiring six months ago. These “lessons” have surprised me. 1. You can be just about as busy as you want… Read More ›
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Psych
When my daughter was in Junior High she discovered a new way of saying something negative and diffusing the sting with the word “psych.” She could eat a bite of a new casserole I had attempted and say “This is… Read More ›
