Her superstitions were old wives’ tales she brought to America from the old country as a girl. Read More

I rushed home and sprayed myself with Shalimar. It wasn’t a strong scent, but I could smell my mother’s perfume. Read More

Trying my best to “keep calm and carry on.” Read More

Looking back, “Ding dong, Avon calling,” was an important stepping stone for my mother to gain confidence in an era in which people actually answered their doorbells. Read More

My worst dreams have become a reality as we struggle through these endless days of #stayathome. Read More

When we got to reciting the ten plagues during our Zoom seder, I know all of us were thinking about an eleventh one that kept us apart this year. Read More

We went to Paris and Israel in 1984, the year our son turned thirteen. It was a wonderful trip marred by a few unforeseen catastrophes, the greatest of which was almost losing his little sister. Our daughters were ten and seven, and it was our youngest who gave me one of the most frightening close… Read More

Do I dare to gift myself with my true name of Lauren? Probably too late, and after all, no one calls me “Big Laurie” anymore. Mostly, I go by Gramma. Read More

Life as we know it has ground to a halt. This is the staycation from hell that no one planned or wanted. Read More

My life has been enriched by every community I have been part of, every group with which I have shared a common goal and a connection. Read More