We’ve lost too many good friends this year and one was Judy Revis. In 1967 a few months after I met my husband Danny, we drove from New York to Boston to spend New Year’s Eve with Danny’s college roommate Kenny and his wife Judy. I liked them immediately, but over the following many years, geography kept us apart. Although Kenny and Danny spoke often and had their Brandeis friendship to build on, Judy and I saw each too seldom to form a really close bond. But...
After the brunch and the long-stemmed rose, we stopped in the park for a catch. My husband took the baseball gloves from the car and tossed one to each of us. You two spread out, he said, and we trotted obediently across the grass. He threw the first ball to me, and I shielded my eyes as I watched it sail through the sunny Bronx sky. Aim right at it Mom, and then close your glove, yelled my son. But my heart was too full and I lost the ball in my tears. Dana Susan Lehrman
My aunt Babs and uncle Paul and were high school sweethearts who met as kids in the Rockaways. Family legend has it when he was in medical school at NYU and Babs was at Skidmore College up in Saratoga, Paul was missing her so he couldn’t concentrate on his studies, would cut classes to play Bridge, and had to repeat a year. But Paul eventually buckled down, he and Babs got married, and though my cousins Debra and Robin weren’t yet born, when Paul graduated from...
Passover is a joyous holiday when we Jews celebrate our freedom from bondage in Egypt. Every year at the Seder we retell the story of our ancestors who followed Moses across a desert in search of a new home in the Promised Land. The Bible tells us that these ancient Hebrews left in such haste they didn’t wait for their baking dough to rise. Thus in their desert wanderings they ate the unleavened bread known as matzo. And so every year during the eight days of Passover, we Jews eat...
Our filmmaker friend Arnie Reisman is a regular panelist on Says You, a witty NPR radio show about words. I’ve learned a lot from Arnie and his literate pals. For example, did you know that the dark, cavernous corner of a woman’s handbag is called a poke- nook? Remember that word. Now do you remember last winter I blogged about losing one of my green gloves when I pulled it off quickly to answer my cell phone? (See Lost Glove, Nov. 30, 2013). At the time I worried that...
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