Monthly Archives: March 2011

I began this day delightfully as I often do, on Wordsmith.org reading about a word– two words, actually, today – elbow grease. I am old now and I forget many things, but I shall never forget those words.  They are … Continue reading →

Papa, I thought of you yesterday.  I thought of how smart and loyal you were and how pleased you would be that we remember.  At noon I went with Perri  to Washington Place in Greenwich Village and we stood in … Continue reading →

Well, I learned my lesson; a blogger should not be impulsive.  When my Tucson reader asked for the curried chicken recipe published in  EVERY MOTHER IS A DAUGHTER, I delightedly sent it to her and then posted it for the … Continue reading →

A reader in Tucson just wrote that she’d read EVERY MOTHER IS A DAUGHTER (Ballantine 2006), an autobiographical book I co-authored with my daughter, Perri, and she longed to make the curried chicken recipe I’d  learned in India that my … Continue reading →

Alas. I did not win a trip with Nick.  I really wanted to accompany Nicholas Kristof on his fifth annual “Win A Trip With Nick” trek sponsored by The New York Times.  Hoping to increase awareness and understanding about the … Continue reading →

They buried my oldest friend this week.  At least, I think they did.  I’m uncertain because neither I nor any other woman was allowed to go to the cemetery.  Her family belongs to a very orthodox Jewish sect and they … Continue reading →

I am a rather elderly lady, an English teacher.  I am aware that I am part of a blessed new minority – the aged.  Though I am occasionally forgetful and I dodder a bit, current sensitivity to senior citizens’ rights … Continue reading →

I   recognize the great good luck of my geography.  I live in a remarkable place: New York City!  True I had my purse lifted fairly recently on its streets and there are other minor urban inconveniences, but name me another … Continue reading →