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. […]
Relationships
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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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
Image: This photo is from my hometown, Tarnów, during the second deportation. “Always follow your logic,” was Salomon’s proud “leitmotiv.” Going against logic showed weakness, made no sense. Logic dictated his personal and business life. To this day, quips such as: “Always follow your logic,” “Don’t follow others,” “Follow your […]
The slap heard ’round the worldcontinues to unfurlendless times on TV.How many times must we seethe downfall of “Richard the King?”Will we ever learn this simple thingthat from violence comes only sad,that a good life’s reduced to bad? This incident though rather smallmirrors what we all recall.We see it in everyday […]
April 18, 2000 Dear Dad, How could you leave us when we need you so much?Where will Mom be without your warm touch? The Passover Holiday is so sad this year.You are supposed to be with us—here! I’ve had you for 46 years, you know.But it’s not enough—I didn’t want […]
Today, I’ve lost my friend,Anita.Anita wasn’t just MY friend, but a friend to many.Margo was Anita’s lifelong friendto the inevitable end.Margo never married, had no children or siblings.When she started to decline and developed dementia,Anita did not abandon her.She visited every week,brought her anything she might need,took over her finances.When […]