It’s funny. This is how my father started many of his stories. The thing is; most, if not all, were not, in fact, humorous. “It’s funny. I didn’t see the gas pump until I hit it,” or “It’s funny. I didn’t make the funeral; I’ll just go the shiva.” His opening line ignited quite a… Continue reading After Forty Years
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The Mom in the Picture
One of my favorite times of the day is when the family has been fed, the dog has been walked, the washing machine is going and I take ten minutes to sip a cup of green tea, plan my day and sort of re-group. Sometimes this is done by perusing a magazine, which delivers a… Continue reading The Mom in the Picture