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Why would you even want to listen to me? I haven't been on this site in months. I've been completely addicted to another site which I won't even name because it's like a horrible drug and I can barely get free, but that's another story. The one… Continue

The house where I grew up was almost empty now, and I was feeling my father’s presence less. In the basement, all that was left was the old fridge with rounded edges like a 1950’s auto. I’d lived down there for a bit after college and one weekend in a fit of post-breakup mania , I’d painted the thing yellow with bands of black and white checks like an old cab. Some frat kids who’d seen the picture on craigslist thought it would make the perfect beer receptacle and were coming to pick it up. I… Continue

Niagara Falls, January 2007



There had been an ice-storm so all the bushes and branches were crystal-covered and from our room we could see and hear the Falls. The rumbling was soft and constant like the earth purring. En suite we had a faux fireplace, a Jacuzzi, a king size bed with too many pillows and a thick down comforter. We drove across to the New York side and did the deed in the judge’s chambers with the clerks’ witnessing, and then we crossed back giddy, hoping the… Continue

We found our way to Jewtown in Fort Cochin, Kerala, India where the street is lined with old shops that have names like Sarah Jacob’s Taylor Shop, but the Jews are long gone. There’s a synagogue built in the 1500’s -- the oldest in India, now a tourist attraction – outside, white stone with a large window shaped like a star of David, inside not so different from any old shul with a pulpit, a rich blue curtain with gold lettering covering the ark and hiding the torah, a plaque with the shma,… Continue