I saw a wonderful documentary last week, about street cats in Istanbul, where hundreds of thousands of them roam freely, and have for thousands of years. In the film, Kedi, we meet seven of them.
To be perfectly honest, much as I love cats, part of me wanted to see the film and part of me didn’t. I hate to see animals (or people) suffer and I was afraid these pussycats would look Continue reading →
A friend sent me a very interesting New York times article (How to Listen to Donald Trump Every Day for Years) on the weekend. It was written by John McWhorter, who is an associate professor of English and comparative literature at Columbia.
He talked about Trump’s “choppy, rambling, self-expression” and went on to explain that it’s Continue reading →
Listening to all the speeches at both the Republican and Democratic conventions and then watching as Hillary Clinton accepted the Democratic nomination for President of the United States, it suddenly hit me: How, when it comes to family, I won the lottery.
My maternal grandmother was one of nine children, four boys and five girls. They were all open-minded, tolerant accepting and opinionated at a time when that was not so common. They came by it honestly enough, my great Continue reading →
As you know if you read my blog I’m writing a book. It’s about my mother and, to a lesser degree, me. I loved her and we were always close. But what’s fascinating is, in dredging up these old memories, I’m noticing aspects of her personality, her character, her being I wasn’t really aware of before.
Maybe I’d seen it, known it all along, but it never registered with me, most likely because I Continue reading →
My father was the kindest, nicest, most understanding, most forgiving, most even-keeled man you’d ever want to meet. But he did have one obsession. Being on-time.
He was actually incapable of being late. And if you were late, it drove him nuts. And, made him hot under the collar. His idea of being on-time was, in fact, to be fifteen minutes early.
So when you showed up on-time, at the exact time you should have, in his mind you were already late. It was his one peculiarity.
As a result we all danced to his tune (or at least his watch), in our house. Or at least my mother did. When my parents were going out, my mother would start getting ready hours early. It drove me insane. When we were all going, she used to want me to start getting ready when she did.
On principle I’d refuse. Plus I also knew that my ‘preparations’ never took me very long. I knew exactly how much time I needed. And so, we’d play this little game. Parry and thrust. At Continue reading →