Our future, our hopes and yes, our survival, may rest with these youngsters. If they can’t rise to their full potential because of antiquated barriers, prejudice, and ignorance, we are lost.
Category Archives: Memories of the past
Journal Entry: Work Smarter, Not Harder
Thirty years later, Meng is a millionaire—self-made and proud. Every time we see each other, he reminds me that he works smart, not hard, and that he learned to do that from me.
Journeys End
My mother, GG, was dead at ninety-nine years of age. She was on her last journey and it was okay.
“Like her name, so is she . . .”
I convinced a family friend who belonged to a rather unorthodox Jewish congregation to name her in his temple for two of the women I loved best in this world.
Finding My Roots
“I could feel the tracks on my cheeks burned into my memory from the tears I had shed in Sokolka.”
The Fire
“Words did not matter. We were celebrating life, we were celebrating community, and trust abounded.”
Mandelbrot, Mushy Meatloaf and WWII War Effort Recipes
The pandemic has made cooks of many of us. We’ve become shut-ins looking for a tasty treat to brighten the day. So here is to us. Share it, enjoy it, and remember GG. I do.
The Gift
Her most-best things; that’s what she had said. How could I accept her “best things”
Memories of GG
There was also one rusty button pin with the image of a football and the deteriorating. faded remnants of blue and grey silk ribbons.