I grew up with a vague understanding of what had happened to my grandmother’s family in Lithuania during World War II. I knew about the deportations, the cattle cars, the labor camps, the huts they built out of scavenged materials … Continue reading
As a child, I was convinced that every person’s house was destined to burn down at least once in a lifetime. I thought the Mormon missionaries who sometimes canvassed our street were kidnappers (because if you’re going to abduct a … Continue reading
I joined a new gym earlier this week and got suckered into a personalized fitness assessment. “So, what are you going to make me do?” I asked the consultant after we made our introductions. “I better not puke.” He led … Continue reading
Yesterday morning, I was practicing my note on the violin when I remembered that I hadn’t fed Valentine and Clementine yet. After drinking a second cup of coffee, emptying the dishwasher, checking the Halloween weather forecast, and scheming ways to … Continue reading
My mother always qualifies bad news with a statement like, “Now, I want you to know that there is no cause for alarm, but . . . “ It is her heart’s desire that, whenever possible, she not cause undue … Continue reading
