With Memorial Day upon us, our American culture prompts us toward thoughts of the heroic dead.
So why, then, do we “celebrate” Memorial Day with parades and barbecues when we should be praying?Read more
Ah, love is in the air this weekend. The Prince and his new Princess entering wedded bliss in London on Saturday . . . and on Sunday what would have been my parents’ seventy-ninth wedding anniversary had they lived.
Demographers project that at least eighty percent of Americans marry at some point in their lives. And forty to fifty percent of them call it quits after about eight years. The divorce rate for subsequent marriages is even higher.
So why do we keep at it?Read more
I’ve moved households almost ten times over the years, acquiring driver’s licenses in New Jersey, New York, Connecticut, California, Puerto Rico, and Massachusetts.
But the move I made a week ago was different from all the rest.Read more
As I prepare to gather with friends later today, I can’t help thinking about past Thanksgivings with those dear to me who have passed on.
I am thankful that I am here to remember them, because the Jewish people say the deceased live on as long as they are remembered.Read more
My blog post today is a shameless, undisguised supplication for birthday salutations on Tuesday, October 17, when I mark “A Big One.”
Your well-wishes for the occasion may take any form you wish: phone calls, texts, emails, Facebook postings, UPS or FedEx deliveries.
Floral arrangements, gourmet food baskets, and show tickets are always appropriate. No puppies or kittens, please.
All I’m after is adulation.Read more
In the shortening days of Cape Cod October, the only birds I hear are blue jays and crows. Their screeching adds to the depressing prospect of approaching winter. But the calls of the jays also brings me back to summer days at my grandmother’s house.Read more
I had the rare privilege this week of having both a book and a poem published on the same day.Read more
My Puerto Rican island of Vieques wears a dark cloak of invisibility. No electricity. No water service. No air flights to and from the island. No ferries run. No Internet or phone communications. No press coverage. No way of knowing if friends and families there are safe. No idea if my house still stands.Read more
They said we'd look back on our tears and laugh. They never told us that someday we'd look back on our laughter and cry.Read more
When I was growing up in Perth Amboy, New Jersey, we moved frequently from rental to rental—my father always on the lookout for a better apartment (and to stay a step ahead of the bill collectors). The place with happiest memories for me was a low-income, Lefrak City-like complex of semi-detached houses. Each had a lawn, a little porch, and a clothesline.
It also touted a pack of harmless street urchins who easily accepted me as one of their own.Read more