New Year Eve Party With Guy Lombardo
For me, New Year’s Eve always belonged to Guy Lombardo. It was a childhood viewing ritual that rarely varied. In the early 1960’s I felt like Cinderella, permitted to stay up to the stroke of midnight...
View ArticleMake America’s Toilets Great Again
Donald Trump’s passion for plumbing has not been equaled by another U.S. President since Richard Nixon and the plumbers. Finally, Trump has something else besides impeachment in common with our 37th...
View ArticleAll I Want For Hanukkah is a Christmas Tree
As Hanukkah approaches, I share a little secret. Like many American Jews, I secretly covet Christmas. Though taught in the Ten Commandments not to covet thy neighbor’s wife, there was no explicit...
View ArticleExodus from the American Dream
Nothing has given me greater joy than sharing stories, insights, and images with you. As you may have noticed I’ve dropped off in my postings in recent months and want to share what is going on....
View ArticleIn My Jewish Home I Grew Up Celebrating Christmas
Sometimes it can feel like Hanukkah doesn’t hold a candle to Christmas. Eight skinny, little Hanukkah candles can’t even begin to compete with vibrating LED Christmas lights pulsating in sequence to...
View ArticlePesticides Belong- to the Fun of Living!
Mid-Century America was the golden age of pesticides and it was love at first sight. Any thoughts about Earth Day and the environment lay far in the future. Thousands of new chemicals were put to use...
View ArticleMum’s the Word When it Comes to Fall
I hate Mums. There, I’ve said it. Yet I just returned from the local nursery loaded down with a dozen or so pots of this despised plant. As summer annual flowers begin to fade, the vacancy in my terra...
View ArticleEntenmanns- Let Them Eat Cake. And Cookies
Cake consumption in my childhood home revolved around the classic Jewish bakery triumvirate – Ebinger’s, Sara Lee, and Entenmanns. While I don’t come from a family of bakers, I do come from a family...
View ArticleThe Spirit Of Bastille Day
Pierre 1960 Self-portraits As many of you know when I was a little girl I was a little boy. From the tender age of three until about seven, I was known in my family as “Pierre the Artist” who lived in...
View ArticleA Hunter’s Christmas
65 years ago the most wished-for Christmas gift for this Jewish, 3-year-old suburban girl was a hunting rifle. Not just any rifle, but a gen-u-ine- Roy Rogers rifle, perfect for hunting pretend bears...
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