I’ve shared many memories of my years on the faculty of Jane Addams High School in the Bronx. (See The Diary of a Young Girl – for Ana, Magazines for the Principal – for David, Educator of the Year – Remembering Milton, and The Great Jane Addams Library Flood) Another sweet Jane Addams memory was of accompanying our students on school trips. For many years the teacher who ran the Future Business Leaders club took her students to regional conferences in...
My doorman had called a week or so earlier to say my downstairs neighbor had bedbugs and by law all adjacent apartments in our building had to be inspected. I was given a date in the coming week when I was to admit a bedbug-sniffing dog who would determine if the infestation had spread. But Passover was approaching and with holiday preparations and all that cooking to do, I completely forgot about the bedbugs until the appointed morning when my doorman called to say the handler and his dog...
The continuing humanitarian crisis in Ukraine is heartbreaking as millions flee their homes and we watch helplessly on the TV news. At the turn of the 20th century, with the Jewish influx of the time, both my maternal and paternal grandparents emigrated to the States from Eastern Europe, my father’s parents from Ukraine. They all came as young adults seeking opportunities for a better life and they studied and worked hard, and raised their children with a sense of security and an...
For years we had seltzer delivered by the case, and used it especially for our homemade egg creams. But now I have a Sodastream and make the seltzer myself, and when I do I think of Sammy. Our friends Gail and Jay, fellow New Yorkers and egg cream mavens, also had their seltzer delivered. Their deliveries were made by an elderly man named Sammy, and one day he announced he was retiring and someone else would take over his route. It happens our friends had long planned to leave...
We live on Manhattan’s Upper East Side several blocks from the renown 92nd St Y, and for decades the Y has been an important part of our lives. Shortly after we moved into the city my husband joined the Y and swam regularly in its olympic-size pool. I joined the Y’s Poetry Center and heard celebrated poets and writers reading from their works – memorably among them Bernard Malamud, Michael Ondaatje, Anne Enright, George Saunders, Tom Stoppard, and the amazing Toni Morrison...
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