My Wedding Speech...That I Won't Be Giving at The Wedding

My son is getting married next week.That's Younger Son.My baby.This is the child who always made me feel as though my youth was a foregone conclusion.A mendacity for certain, but one with which I felt I could easily live.My youngest child is getting married.I keep repeating it over and over to myself in the hope that the reality will sink in, but instead I find that it is the source of my latest bout with insomnia....more

My V8 Moment With the Ice Bucket Challenge

For the last few weeks the internet has been captivated by the Ice Bucket Challenge. The meme is so pervasive that it really doesn't require any further explanation, but the recent connection to ALS has quite simply made an already viral experience explode into the stratosphere. I have read many recent posts as to why the entire experience is frivolous, irritating, self-serving, and just plain stupid. I am choosing not to link to these articles because frankly, I am jealous that I didn't think of it first.Why, you may ask?...more
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Facebook and Tomato Sandwiches

I invited myself to lunch yesterday with a couple of dear friends.It started when one of the girls posted a picture on social media of her gloriously ripening backyard tomatoes and the rest just took care of itself. It seems that we all have a fondness for fresh tomato sandwiches on challah, made with just a hint of mayonnaise, basil, and some wonderful cheese. (Lactose free, of course.) My mouth is still in saliva overdrive....more
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The Great Hillel/Shammai Chanukah Candle Debate

It's That Time of Year


Our Memories

I am not entirely certain as to where I was 50 years ago today when President Kennedy was assassinated.In all likelihood I was napping, because that is what eleven month old infants tend to do in the afternoons. My memories of that day are fully dependant on other's recountings and from continual viewings of the grainy black and white footage that have become an indelible part of the historical consciousness. (click link to read more)

Eighth Night for Ethan

I'm 50 and I Can Still Touch My Toes. Can You?

I Don't Get It