I don’t think of myself as an especially spiritual person, but some months ago I had a religious experience. You may remember I blogged about two talented thespians in my family — my great-aunt Miriam and my uncle Sol. (See THE ROAR OF THE GREASEPAINT, June 15, 2015) Miriam, a generation older, died many years ago, but Sol died this past June, just short of his 96th birthday. Uncle Sol was a surrogate father of sorts to my husband, and grandfather to my son, and a...
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...
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...
I first heard the Kenny Loggins lyric “Celebrate Me Home” at a Lifespring retreat my husband and I attended many years ago. Part of the human potential movement, Lifespring was, as I remember, a kinder and gentler version of Werner Erhart’s California-based program known as EST. After that first Lifespring weekend we went back to take what was called “the advanced course”. Although our adolescent son told his friends we had joined a cult, those weekends...
Last year on this blog I wrote about my friend and former teaching colleague David Fried and his passion for sports, especially NCAA basketball. (See MR OCTOBER, March 14, 2014) Sadly David died some months later, much too soon. Jane Addams Vocational HS in the South Bronx where David and I met, and where I worked for almost 30 years, was historically an all-girls school. When by mandate all the city’s vocational high schools became co-ed, Jane Addams continued to...
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