FLU SEASON, Apt 16A, 3:00 am HE (coughing violently, wakes spouse) “My throat is killing me. I think I need some warm milk and honey.” SHE (sleepily) “Oh you poor boy. I’ll go fix it.” She gets out of bed, puts on her bathrobe and slippers and trudges off to the kitchen. TWO WEEKS LATER, Apt 16A, 3:00 am SHE (coughing violently, wakes spouse) “I guess I’ve caught your flu. My throat is killing me. I think I need some warm milk...
I’ve been feeling sorry for myself lately, still immobilized and wheelchair-bound by my second ankle surgery a few weeks ago. And then this week our cousin’s son Ariel, a young guy in his 30s, fell on the ice and broke his hip. He had surgery but is still in a lot of pain and anticipates a long rehab. Thankfully Ariel and I will recover, but not so others in our family who suffer incurable ills. Of course tragedy plays no favorites, and this week we learned of two...
When we were newly married we lived in New Rochelle with our first pussycat, a beautiful black velvety tom named Smokey. Our small apartment building had no doorman so I was used to carrying in the groceries myself. One day I stopped on the way home from work to do the marketing. Once home with my armload of groceries, I fumbled with my keys and let myself into the apartment. I headed for the kitchen, unpacked the groceries and was starting to make dinner when I realized Smokey...
With Oscar time approaching I remember the 2010 Oscar race when the film Precious, based on the young adult novel Push, was a best picture nominee. The Hurt Locker in fact won that year, but in my view the Oscar should have gone to Precious. Years before the film adaption was made, the African American poet Sapphire who wrote Push came to speak to students at Jane Addams, the south Bronx high school where I was then the librarian. Push had been widely translated and Sapphire...
Blogging recently about my dad and his Liberty, NY childhood, I thought of a writing workshop I took years ago. (See My Dad, Dec 21, 2013) One of our workshop prompts was to write about a place our heart remembers and I thought of my grandmother’s hotel on the Neversink Road in Liberty where I too spent childhood summers. When I was 11 my grandmother was no longer able to run the hotel and had to sell it. Years later when the Catskills were no longer fashionable, we heard...
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