Suprise Me

Looking back at August-September 2001 brings to mind the opening of A Tale of Two Cities, “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.” The two weeks prior to what we now just refer to as 9/11 contained some of the best times of my life, and then, of course, the… Read More

I refused to watch the previous inauguration, More accurately called the abomination, But teary-eyed in hopeful celebration, I watched this one with at least half the nation.   Don’t get me wrong, I am all for Joe, But if you ask almost anyone, the women stole the show. Not just the performances of Lady Gaga… Read More

The jury system is a good one, but not infallible. Variables other than facts in the case can sway jurors. Read More

I have already written about losing my parked BMW in 2003 (Finding the Car). Therefore, I will go in a different direction today. During the summer of 1971, I worked as a counselor at the Jewish Community Center Day Camp, situated next to my temple in Oak Park, MI, not too far from my home.… Read More

Even as a youngster I wasn’t a big fan of formica. But, like so many kitchen tables in the 1960s, our family meals were served on a gray formica table. The formica looked to me like it was trying to be a modern art painting, even though I didn’t really know what modern art looked… Read More

    Cadaver Lab           Formaldehyde Shiny floors And two black bags with zippers Awaiting parturition I sought secrets revealed by the dead   A sexy professor with smooth skin Pulled round the zippers And let in the light Illuminating a brain behind the skull A heart behind the breast A… Read More

                                 1 Somehow I landed pet sitting/housesitting gig On my river Sweetest of elder dogs A month of easy income And re-focus on my own Life essence in the body Then the world shook With tremors at first Then waves… Read More

This is my first story prompted by Betsy Sarason’s memories of Interlochen (National Music Camp). My parents made me go there even though I liked my old camp, I loved it and they used to remind me “Aren’t you glad we made you go”. Of course my brother Johnny, a talented pianist, had gone there.… Read More

The most interesting part of my college interview story is not the interview itself, but the journey to get there. Read More

I remember the fact that I wasn't chosen to give a speech at my own graduation through the lens of my mother's indignation. Read More