Thursday, July 20, 2017

My Father’s Wine Goblets

Long faces greeted me when I returned from the clothesline. I’d been outside for barely five minutes but that was long enough for my little granddaughter to open the china cabinet.

“I’m sorry,” my daughter apologized.

“Is she okay?” With forty years of parenting behind me I like to think I have my priorities in order.

Thursday, July 13, 2017

It Could Be the Last Year

Beep! Beep! Beep! 

Although it sounded as if a heavy truck was in reverse there was no traffic outside our small duplex. Rather the sound came from the radio and indicated that the seven o’clock morning news was beginning. We were quiet, concentrating on the commentator’s recitation in English of what was important for us to know for the day. One of the headlines brought joyous smiles to our faces.

Thursday, July 6, 2017

So, Everyone’s Together for Shabbat?

As soon as the words were out of my mouth I wanted to take them back. How could I have asked my friend such a stupid question?

Thursday, June 29, 2017

I Was a Perfect Mother Until I Had Children

That’s what someone told my best friend when we were in high school. The woman had just done something that seemed outrageous, slapped her child or cruelly berated him in public, and my friend’s face had registered horror. Despite her horror, and even though she was over a dozen years away from being a parent, somehow she was able to hear the truth of that mother’s words. She repeated them to me and I haven’t forgotten them.

Thursday, June 22, 2017

Joys of the Summer Swimming Pool

There are some days when there’s just so much to do and so little time to do it. Recently, when the weather was extremely hot, I was having one of those days. Probably the heat added to the tension and everything seemed to take so much longer than I’d thought it should. I’d promised myself a half an hour at the pool but as the morning wore on it seemed like a prudent idea to forget about my outing. Still, I looked at the calendar and realized there wasn’t going to be another time I could go to the pool that week. It was now or never.

Thursday, June 15, 2017


One moment I was at the top of the stairs and the next moment I was lying on the landing. My husband was the first to reach me. He helped me back up and the first thing I did was give my frightened grandson a hug of reassurance. Then I collapsed into my husband’s easy chair.  It was Friday afternoon, close to candle lighting, and once I’d lit my candles I spent most of that Shabbat in the easy chair. By the time we’d had Havdalah I was convinced I needed an X-ray of my ribs.

Thursday, June 8, 2017

Rebuilding the Temple

It was July of 1967 and I was in Oklahoma staying with my cousin. She’d just celebrated her fourteenth birthday. I still had almost four months to wait for mine. The days were lazy but we were never bored. There were books to read, cousins to see, soap operas to watch, daily visits to my grandmother, outings to the municipal swimming pool, weekly excursion to the town’s one movie theatre, shopping in our great-uncle’s department store located in the one-block downtown, walks in the cow pasture, and endless conversations about almost everything. One afternoon an unexpected phone call caused an interesting stir.