This is 45
Here I am, equidistant from 15 and 75. Equal parts wonder and “meh.” At 45, I’m now parentless. At 45, I miss my mom more than ever. At 45, I’m preparing for one of my birdies to leave the nest, the other in just two years. At 45, I am loved and supported...
Bookends
My son, my first child, was born at the end of 1997. Four months later, nearly to the day, my mom died. That same son, now 18, graduated from high school last Saturday. Two days later, my dad died. Bookends: “occur or be positioned at the end or on either side of...
My Upcoming Book Profiled
Read this profile on my upcoming book on “3Gs,” or grandchildren of Holocaust survivors. Reporter Matt Lebovic did a beautiful job of bringing together all of the components of my story, and of the larger story of my generation and three generations in the...
It Is Time
This post was originally written ca. 2011. This morning I tried to weasel out of my writing committment to myself. But my honey called me on it. Well, he didn’t have to. I called myself on it. The conversation went something like this: Me: Let’s go out to...
