Three Fortune cookies, still in their cellophane wrappers, sit in a bowl on the center island of my kitchen, remnants from last night's take-out. If I wait for the right moment, I figure, one of them will beckon: crack me open, see what I have to offer. It's not the taste of the cookie that ever … [Read more...] about Fortune
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
‘Close your windows, there’s something coming from Jersey’
Years ago, as a single woman living in New York, I came home one night to a message on my answering machine, no mistaking my mother's voice: “Close your windows, there's something coming from Jersey.” Apparently some sulfurous vapor had been released into the atmosphere from, yes, New Jersey, and … [Read more...] about ‘Close your windows, there’s something coming from Jersey’
Happiness
Mother's Day 2010: A long annoying beep wakes me, an alarm system's battery back-up out of whack. The power outage that began last night shows no sign of letting up anytime soon. Before going to bed I saw the sky light up. It's the kind of thing that happens when intense winds send tree limbs … [Read more...] about Happiness
Hovering
I had a dream the other night, a helicopter down on its side, no passengers visible, though there was a sense that I was witnessing a rescue effort, some scrambling about. The images from recalled dreams leave an imprint, and this one tempts me to tease it apart. Maybe it's a fascination with the … [Read more...] about Hovering
