Reading Terminal Market
It’s been almost a month since I joined Anne Mei in our apartment in Philadelphia along with our furniture and…
It’s been almost a month since I joined Anne Mei in our apartment in Philadelphia along with our furniture and…
As I mentioned in my last post, love after death can get caught up in magical thinking. When I said…
It’s been a week since Toto died and I still open the front door expecting to find her curled up…
Today I take comfort in the maxim “Each day dawns but once.” Last night I woke frequently, every time…
She hated it when I called her my “baby sister.” She was the youngest of seven. I, the oldest. She…
Some birthdays carry more weight than others. After I turned 29, I spent the next year thinking about turning 30,…
The friend whom I talked about in the last post died early this morning. Thankfully the doctors had put her…
Sunday marks the 10th anniversary of finding a mass on Laura’s brain. This is the story of some happy days…
June 26, 1941. The first deaths in what became an all-out pogrom in Iasi, Romania. According to Radu Ioanid’s story…
This past week I had occasion to drive up 206 from Princeton to Somerville and back, twice a day. Shouldn’t…