My Guest Blogger and My Contest Reminder

  Dear Readers: The deadline for your Sweet Summer Contest entries (see July 9 post) is extended to July 25.  One of the two judges is out of town.  You will have a chance to enter if you haven’t already

A Sweet Summer Experience and a Contest for You

  At 8:55 am on the first day of summer, I am at Breads Bakery on 16th Street a block from my apartment, putting on a hair net.  I stop at this new neighborhood bakery most days on the way

One Man and His Dog

 Dear Readers, The next post will be a contest.  Stay tuned.            In last week’s post, I wrote about a song my father taught me when I was a child and how the night before he died, he burst out

On to Mow a Meadow: In Loving Memory of My Father, Max Davidoff

  When my father got pneumonia at age 88, his doctor and the covering doctor were both out of town.   The coverer twice-removed admitted Dad to a Florida hospital near my parents’ condo.  My mother, in the rehab unit of

To 4 Favorite Fathers

  Dear Uncle Hy, Remember when I locked myself in the bathroom at age 6?  Daddy was in Jamestown on business and Mommy, coming after me with her bag of bobby pins, wanted to set my hair.  She said she


“I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.” Maya Angelou (This quote has nothing to do with my post today. It has to


  There’s the flasher who lives next door There’s the bum on his bar room stool They wish me luck on my way to school Last week, along with many other contributors, I read the essay I had published in

With Love to My Favorite Mothers

  To Margie, You greeted me at the door and introduced yourself, when I came to pay a 4-day shiva call for your father, on what was a very difficult day for you and could not have been more welcoming