The Snow Cake
“They were the same little people whose snowy socks went around and around my dryer…”
I write stuff.
“They were the same little people whose snowy socks went around and around my dryer…”
There once was a five-year old boy. It was summertime — and of course — there were fireflies.…
Months ago, before my surgery, we had dinner at an Asian restaurant with a Chinese friend, M. She…
I have been asked to provide an update on my recovery: I knew that I was having major…
Will you need help down the stairs, ma’am?, the flight attendant asks. No, I am ok going down,…
I have given away our extra pantry items, our blender. We are down to the our tiniest bone…
We are on an island. A big one. A place where streets are broken and the trunks of…
Look at me, walking down the street. I have a swagger. My swagger says that I have almost…
But what, oh what, is a little old-ish expat to do on a rainy Sunday morning? After a…
Venice…Venezia. I want to embrace you. Wrap my arms around you. I adore you. I am excited just…
And now, two months. I can understand the italian on the train, on the street. The bartender last…
Eleven years ago we were getting ready to leave the house for the first seder at Jane’s house.…
I love the scaffolding. The scaffolding. I love in the city to see scaffolding against a building. I…
She gave me permission to write this. We were all sitting on the couch watching the end of…
Last month I had the privilege of going to Berlin. It was my first time there. Although I…