Happy Bloomsday, Mr Joyce! Many years ago just for fun I took a course called Three Great Novels, but I only remember one of them – James Joyce’s masterpiece Ulysses. It may sound like hyperbole but reading Ulysses in that class changed my life, at least my reading life, as I now measure every work of fiction I read against that great book. Since then I’ve reread Ulysses several times and every June 16th for years I’d celebrate Bloomsday at Symphony Space in New...
A dozen or so years ago my cousin Kathy called from DC and asked me to join her the following month for a Jewish women’s weekend retreat. Because geography had always kept us apart, spending a weekend with my cousin was wonderfully appealing and a women’s retreat would be a new experience for us both. Kathy and I arrived on the beautiful grounds of the Pearlstone Retreat Center in Maryland on a Friday afternoon and met the 16 other participants and the female rabbi and young cantorial...
If you’ve been faithfully reading this blog you know I broke my ankle over two years ago and it’s taken several surgeries to fix. (See MY DAD, Dec 8, 2013) Thankfully my surgeon assured me in time I’d be fine, so my greatest concern was not my slowly mending bones, rather if I’d have to miss several months of live theatre. But thankfully my will proved stronger than my wobbly ankle, and I did manage to get to the theatre despite all! And in fact I...
Lynne Truss, who wrote Eats, Shoots and Leaves: the Zero Tolerance Approach to Punctuation, is a woman after my own heart. She dreams of a grammar police force that would hunt down and arrest merchants with ungrammatical signs in their shops and others who also abuse the King’s English. I have similiar peeves, in fact I dream of a tasteless and tacky police force. I’d send them right to East 86th Street to rescue the pear! In the 1980s the gifted graphic artist Milton...
Recently my son developed a painful kidney stone for the second time in the past few years. He was hospitalized and treated and all is well now, but I was reminded of the first time it happened. My husband and I had just gotten off a flight from New York to San Francisco for a family celebration on the same day our son was flying to Turkey for a conference when my husband’s cell phone rang. It was our son. “I landed in Istanbul and I’m heading for the hotel, but I...
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