When my older sister announced her pregnancy, my mother announced, shortly thereafter, that she didn’t want to be called grandma, granny, gran or any variation of grandmother. I assumed it was because grandmother meant old and my mother, who had always shrouded her age in secrecy, didn’t want any clues to her age. She’d been […]
Continue Reading... Comments Off on the mother of my grandaughter’s mother: a grandmother’s quest to find the right nameWhen I first discovered David Hockney a couple of decades ago, his paintings thrilled me. I found the cobalt cerulean hues of his swimming pools irresistible and his particular rendering of the southern California light evoked a longing in me for my childhood. He once called that light extravagant and said it was one of […]
Continue Reading... Comments Off on can david hockney save my marriage?: one overly opinionated wife and her quieter husbandI am one-sixteenth Jewish. It’s funny to say it like that, but that’s what it comes down to on the family tree. And, I guess that’s how much Jewish I feel. One-sixteenth. How exactly does that translate? Most of the time I don’t feel Jewish, but I don’t feel not Jewish either. I feel Jewish-ish. […]
Continue Reading... Comments Off on jew-ish: the life and times of a one-sixteenth jewI woke up this morning smiling. It was the first morning in three days that I didn’t have either searing pain behind my right eye or nausea. I took the dog for a walk with a sizable bounce in my step. I ate breakfast and after breakfast I took a shower and, as I towel-dried […]
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