Glimmers of Summers Gone By
When my daughter was going out with her lovely former boyfriend, she told me how his incredibly healthy and wholesome family zoomed every...
Writing in the time of Gaza
I wrote a book, a little book, what I hoped would be a fun book, what was, for me, a personal book. What audacity, what chutzpah to think...
That Heart. That Mouth
In the first story I ever wrote I referred to someone who died. And I wrote it as if it was a good thing. It WAS a good thing. My mother,...
God Vacations Over the Summer
God vacations over the summer. School’s out, beaches are in. Long days of sun and surf, ice cream and jump rope out on the street,...
This matters.
Berlin 1945. American soldiers, male and female, occupy every available seat in the auditorium dominated by an American flag. The room...
The Eagle Landing
I walked, my mom shuffled. That’s what she does now. Her face grim, she abandoned her walker, one of those crappy gray ones with yellow...
The Sweetness of Words
When my nephew turned three he was introduced to his first day of learning Torah. Newly shorn, looking like a boy for the first time in...
