My mom was ill and the only good that comes from dealing with a sick person is being around doctors. I love them. I revere them. Is it the Jewish princess in me or the hypochondriac? I especially love our heart doctor, “Dr. S.”
Two days after being... more
A woman sat beside me at the park, her young son standing patiently by her, his eyes fixed on the playground. With a kiss and a zip of his jacket, she sent him screaming with delight toward the other children. She pulled a thermos from her bag and smiled a... more
Bruce bobbed up and down on his tiptoes in anticipation—always ready, ever happy to draw. I smoothed out and taped down the fan-folded computer paper along a long side of the architect’s desk. The desk’s adjustable crisscross legs were almost horizon... more
Crash. She toppled to the floor too quickly to save. The little angel statue broke. And with it, my dreams.
I thought, “Throw her out.” She was too contemporary---a gift from someone who didn’t know me. You know, an obligatory, meaningle... more
"Don't talk to strangers” is the warning parents tell their children. But I am often on the receiving end of this mantra---by my middle-age daughter ReRe. How did I land in this position of constant scrutiny?
Well to be fair, I have caused her enough ... more