I stared at the Skype screen in frustration. My mother needed my arms around her to be consoled and I was not there.
And there it was. A black patent leather Kelly bag. A single silver clasp gleamed right into my eyes as I spotted it on the shelf. I swear I could see my reflection ten feet away in that super polished cow hide. Simple. Elegant. And, mine….?
January 13, 2021 A favorite memory at 65 is my father and his older sister who were in their sixties when I remember them together most. They really loved each other, being with the other. I can’t say/won’t say Auntie Wan was like my dad’s second wife, but she and my dad Eddie – known as Tap – had an intimacy that my mother never had with her husband. The connection, the communication, the kindness they shared at the kitchen table late into night – past the pedaheh and holopches she would prepare for a Sunday dinner when we travelled […]
Love stories thirty years later - inspire other love stories. Here’s to the everlasting of both.
“Chicken Little and Henny Penny were off on a quest: to terrify everyone and tell them the sky was falling. Close to a year later it would seem they succeeded and everyone is indeed scared witless. As the world moves in slow motion Christmas appears to have been cancelled, adding to the general gloom. Never mind that 1.5 million people die each year of TB or that 300,000 people (mostly children) die of malaria. And some 55+ million more die annually of various and sundry causes which, on a planet with close to eight billion people, is par for the […]
December 9, 2020 I’ve come to love my mother more and deeper since this second lockdown with Covid-19 over the last eight months. Yes, absence makes the heart grow fonder – but/ and – out of sight, out of mind, no? We haven’t had the closest relationship since before I was born – if you get my drift – so the landscape of our relationship has been dotted with many boulders of …well…let’s just say, I love my mom more as time passes. However, Skype. Zoom, and Whatever’s Next are not not satisfying tools for intimate communication, following as they […]
November 25, 2020 Is it possible that I am making this up? You know that l960s thing we used to say, not knowing we were apparently quoting, Zhaungzia from the 4th century BCE: “…Once upon a time, I dreamt I was a butterfly… now I do not know whether I am now a butterfly dreaming I am a man…”? And how that was the first taste of mumbo-jumbo that would lead us into the likes of, “…organized people are just too lazy to search for stuﬀ…” etc. But, here’s the thing: The relationship I had with boys when I was […]
June is with it, spunky, on top of life, acerbic, intelligent and a no-nonsense kind of gal. She’s also survived cancer in her 60s, lost her husband six months ago and has one arm. She jokes about being ‘the one armed bandit’ after a discussion on Las Vegas.
I once had a boyfriend named Fred.
Well, he wasn’t a true boyfriend, but he may have thought so.
Or imagined it, or wanted it, or…
October 31, 2020 Come on chick – a boom says Linda, checking her reflection in the bathroom mirror where Hope does her mascara. Saturday night for the twenty-eight year olds; l988. I don’t know if I really want to go out to the American again. Oh you’ll have fun, come on. You always say that, and you’re the only one who always does. Yeh, because I am always looking for a big one, she laughed. You are terrible, Hope squints into the mirror, the pen drawing a line on her eyelid. That’s why you love me, right? You could have […]