Suprise Me

                  My mom believed her daughters were safe in a house filled with friends An unlocked side door became an opening to the cellar stairs  where the neighborhood kids just walked in.   The basement was a club house filled with homemade ice tea and cookies, a… Read More

As a city kid in Philadelphia there was nothing like going "down the shore." Read More

“Don’t Walk Under That Ladder”   Alright, ladies and gents, gather ’round. Today’s dissertation is on the peculiar phenomenon of superstition. You know, those little habits that make grown adults clutch a rabbit’s foot like it’s the winning lottery ticket, or avoid black cats like they’re Harvey Weinstein at a kindergarten graduation. Now, as a… Read More

Hannah & Henry circa 1915 My Grandpa Henry In the early 20th century there was an influx of East European Jews coming to the States seeking refuge from troubled times at home.   Among them was my maternal grandfather Henry who came with his widowed mother Gertrude,   his younger brother David,  and Gertrude’s elderly… Read More

Don't try to make me change my mind with facts, To hell with the graduated income tax. How do I know? I read it in the Daily News Read More

My mom’s trauma was real. To her Read More

Meals were a challenge when I was a resident on hospital rotations.  There were no official breaks, no lunch, dinner, or breakfast hours, just work that had to be done and rounds to attend.  Sure, there were cafeterias with overcooked steam trays of food, but they weren’t open 24/7, and weren’t free.  Finding a moment… Read More

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In therapy, I talked until I was sick of talking. In meditation I was to be silent and listen. Read More

Lately, I have been thinking that, aside from the little ones in my life who love to tear open wrapping paper to find a new toy, the best gift may be the gift of time. Read More