. . . I go for a walk. The lure of mid-afternoon autumn light – even more gold and crisp through the filter of magnificent white clouds – is all I need. Or so it would seem. I settle my eyes on the clouds, anything but diminished by the sweep of cliché (cotton the queen of them all). Magnificent … [Read more...] about After the funeral . . .
The worlds of our (Jewish) mothers
Many years ago, as a single woman living in NYC, I would spend an occasional Saturday afternoon with my mother. A little shopping, a little eating, a little walking. On one visit, we sat at the dining table that dominated my two-room studio on the Upper West Side and, with absolute nonchalance, she … [Read more...] about The worlds of our (Jewish) mothers
Oh, Rachmaninoff where art thou?
It’s late afternoon, a beautiful summer day, and all I long for is the most innocent of pleasures, sitting in a chaise on the deck, music resonating through the wide-open sliding doors. Any random selection from my shelves might do but today it’s Rachmaninoff I crave, "Piano Concerto No. 2." If … [Read more...] about Oh, Rachmaninoff where art thou?
A bench, a book, a patch of grass . . .
. . . Fireworks. Say what you will about the calendar (with its celestial reminder that there is an order to our days), something more spirited is at play when one season slips into the next. By the time the summer solstice arrives, Memorial Day has already jumpstarted the … [Read more...] about A bench, a book, a patch of grass . . .
Charmed
It's here -- the shortest night of the year (in the Northern Hemisphere), a good a reason as any to join in the International Short Story Day celebrations across the globe and (re)post a short piece of fiction that first appeared in The Potomac. Charmed "I have a surprise for you," he … [Read more...] about Charmed
Measuring Time
Like most people, I have several clocks in my house. One may tell me it's 11:30 a.m., another may say 11:35. This drives my husband crazy. I kind of like it, the notion that the measurement of time is only as accurate as the device. Some clocks like to run fast, others slow. Just read Alan … [Read more...] about Measuring Time