When my son Noah became a bar mitzvah in May if 1994, it was a milestone for me as well. Both of my parents survived the Shoah as, very-nearly, sole next of kin to an extended family of 100-plus persons. Then when I was 11 and my sisters were 13 and 7,...
We're on our fourth house. And our 14th year of marriage. A stucco duplex. A stone traditional. One in the suburbs. And, now an urban Tudor. Seven years ago when we were out in the suburbs, I caught Steve surfing the Internet. For houses. What-cha doin?...
Our beautiful puppy, Snickers, passed away from bladder cancer in April of this year. True, she was 14-years old, but that didn't make it any easier for my family as we sat around our beloved pet crying and saying "goodbye." In fact, when friends tried...
Talk about religion makes me nervous. Mostly because I think someone is just about to ask me to believe something. And asking me to believe (or do) anything nearly always has the reverse effect. Sometimes when I'm driving behind a car with a bumper...
Our 1965 cobalt blue Pontiac Bonneville never saw the inside of our suburban New York garage. A narrow slot of available floor-space provided me a place to park my Sting-Ray bike, but the rest of the garage entrance was blocked-off by a neatly stacked,...
I gripped the phone, trying to come to come to terms with what I had just heard and, even worse, what it meant. The man on the other end of the phone-a financial officer on the cusp of retirement-had shattered my illusions. A 65-year-old man had just...
There was a group of teenage classmates in the audience of a recent performance of "The Diary of Anne Frank" that I attended at the Repertory Theatre of St. Louis. I couldn't help but wonder what they made of the play. Did they think of it as some horrible...
