When I was in high school I don’t remember anyone making a big fuss over college admissions. In fact what I remember most about senior year was shopping with my mother for my college wardrobe, walking around Greenwich Village with my friends, and slow dancing to 50s rock ‘n’ roll in dark living rooms. And I certainly don’t remember writing my college essay, because in fact my father wrote it for me. I don’t remember why he did, I guess I was just too...
Archive - November 2015
We were shocked some months ago to learn of the sudden death of my cousin Rick Soffer at age 66. The family gathered in Rochester where Rick had lived, and several of us spoke at his very moving memorial service. Since childhood my redheaded cousin had suffered a debilitating mental illness. His devoted parents Mary June and Milton did all they could to see that Rick had the best care, and his last years were spent as a resident at the Rochester Psychiatric Center. Every year on his...