I awake with a start. Disoriented, I look for the clock. It’s not there. I shake my head for clarity and realize I’m on the couch. Did I fall asleep, and Laura came in too quietly? What time is it? I stumble to the kitchen and squint at the clock—3:30. […]
Memories
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With all of the talk about sexual harassment and abuse in the news, I would like to address this issue myself. I was a victim more than once of this type of abuse when I was young. The men were not billionaires or famous, just predators who thought they could […]
For thirty years,maybe more, I’ve been writingpoems galore. I wrote of how we metby chance and later of ourKitchen Dance. I wrote you are my“Better Half” you see, bringing out theBest of Me. I asked one time“Who am I to be loved by sucha special guy?” I wrote of travelsand […]
When the phone rings at 2:30 a.m., it’s never good news. Monday morning, it was assisted living, saying that my in-law had fallen out of bed. An ambulance was called, and she was transported to the emergency room. I got there around 7:45 a.m. The ER was like walking into […]
The Creation When my daughter, Laura, was five years old and step-daughter, Tracy, was seven, my then husband, Ted, made a doll house out of wood for each of them. The girls were allowed to choose what the interior design would be for their house. All three of them went […]
Happy birthday, Israel! You are now 74 years young and have accomplished so much in so few years. You have always been part of my life. Remember Jewish National Fund tzedakah (charity) boxes? My pennies, nickels and dimes were collected religiously so that you could plant trees and turn a desert […]
By Ken Creeger My father was a tool man. He loved his tools and used them every day in his work and when needed at home. They fit perfectly in his hands and were extensions of his fingers. A talented self-taught mechanic, he could fix nearly anything mechanical, including diagnosing […]
On Becoming a Teen Today it is your birthday, dear.Thirteen years you are.You’re now entering teenage-hood,the most confusing years, by far. A time of real uncertainty—You’re neither adult nor child.You want so much to be grown up.Sometimes your thoughts run wild. At times, I know you think I’m mean.Perhaps I […]