Category: Life

So Many Candles

I had a friend who was a priest when he was young. He almost never talked about having been a priest. When I met him, he had a wife and three sons. He didn’t seem the least bit holy, not like some people who… Continue Reading “So Many Candles”

Race Day

I still have the shirt, bright pink with Danskin 2007 Women’s Triathlon on the front and a slew of company logos on the back. My friend, Karen, has probably tossed hers, that’s how she is, totally unsentimental, not into mementos or false glory. After… Continue Reading “Race Day”

Dissection

There are times when you have to sit down and ask yourself: What is it you’re afraid of? Several years ago we owned a powerboat. My husband loved the boat but only when he could drive it fast. He hated towing the boat, launching… Continue Reading “Dissection”

Jeanne

The last time I saw Jeanne, she had just unlocked her front door and turned to wave goodbye. It was early March and we had just come from a memorial gathering held on a bridge on the southside of Milwaukee. The night before, a… Continue Reading “Jeanne”

The Parish Hall

Last fall, my friend’s son passed away. My friend and her family are Native American and the celebration of her son’s life would be held at the parish hall on the Oneida reservation about two hours from where I live. I debated going. I… Continue Reading “The Parish Hall”

Knife Skills

I knew the carving knife would be dull. There are things men don’t cook when they lose their wives. Things that need carving would be on that list. An Easter ham, a Thanksgiving turkey. So I was betting the carving knife I pulled out… Continue Reading “Knife Skills”

Drive By Hope

Passover and Easter don’t always overlap. It just seems like they do. That seems right since both put so many people in a reflective, rebirth mode. Spring is the start of something. A new chance, new energy, new freedom. I am stronger because it… Continue Reading “Drive By Hope”

Dreamlike

I pushed the button for the 14th floor, the tower suite. I got off the elevator and looked down at my feet. I was barefoot. This seemed crazy to me although I often go barefoot, not to meetings, though, never before had I been… Continue Reading “Dreamlike”

The Other Side of the Street

From across the street, I can see the rabbi’s ironing board. It is right in front of his second story bedroom window, the iron parked, waiting for the next wrinkled shirt. I’ve never seen the rabbi ironing although I have seen him davening in… Continue Reading “The Other Side of the Street”

Shedding

When I was a kid, it was part of the family lore that my dad’s first dime store in Detroit failed because it was located in a Jewish neighborhood. Jews were cheap was the primary theme. They were demanding and unreasonable. One Jewish woman,… Continue Reading “Shedding”

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