As we start a third year of this fearsome pandemic it’s hard to believe we’ve gotten through it this far. At first I was in a state of disbelief and it took me awhile to internalize how serious the situation was. And then I felt sorry, very sorry for myself. But in time I saw how selfish and wasteful that emotion was, and I began to empathize with everyone else – young parents with children at home while offices and schools were closed; high school and college kids in...
Why won’t men stop to ask directions? The answer may be in John Gray’s well-known book Men are From Mars, Women are From Venus. Or in another fascinating book about gender differences entitled You Just Don’t Understand: Men and Women in Conversation by Deborah Tannen. Tannen, a linguistics professor, coined the word “genderlect” to describe the cultural differences between men and women that are reflected in the differing ways they think and converse – in...
I’m not superstitious or especially sentimental, and that’s a good thing because over the years I’ve lost some precious pieces of jewelry – two or three watches, innumerable earrings, and even a few wedding rings. When we married my husband gave me a simple band – not of gold or silver but of jade. I lost it. He also once gave me a lovely pink opal. One day I looked down at my hand and although the ring was still on my finger, I saw that the opal had fallen out...
Leaving Manhattan recently on a wintry Friday afternoon we hit rush hour and my husband turned off the highway to avoid the heavy traffic. We were taking local Bronx streets when I realized we were about to pass my old neighborhood, and we decided to drive down my old street. I’ve written before about 2026 McGraw Ave, the house I grew up in, and that I last saw a dozen years ago when I went to a wonderful neighborhood reunion. (See Parkchester, Celebrate Me Home, Mr Bucco and the...
I remember that day so vividly, it’s hard to believe it’s been almost 60 years. In the fall of 1963 I was in my senior year at NYU Heights. (See Ghostwriting in the Family and College Theatre) I was a member of the Hall of Fame Players, our college theatre group, and on Friday, November 22th we were rehearsing a play when someone came running towards the stage crying out that Kennedy had been shot in Dallas. Of course we stopped the rehearsal and amidst our shock, ...
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