When I was a young boy in Brooklyn in the early 1950s, I vividly recall a man on the block rolling up his sleeve and showing me a blue tattoo of a numbers running up his forearm.The meaning of this had to be explained to me. I was perhaps five years old, but it left […]
Grieving on Holocaust Remembrance Day Read More »
I know I’m more than half right about this, so please bear with me. In mathematics there’s a concept called proportionality. Directly portortional means that if you travel faster, you’ll go farther. Inversely proportional means that the more people you have digging a ditch, the sooner it will be done. Grief is, for most of
The Mathematics of Grief; a Disguised Blessing Read More »
After they took my mother to the funeral home, my brother, his significant other, Susan, and I headed back to the hotel in Delray Beach. It was after ten o’clock and almost everything was closed. We stumbled into Boston’s near the beach and convinced them to serve us. A live blues band made it hard
Grieving for My Mother: Part Two Read More »
Dad, The summer after you died, I went through the attic. I was not looking for your things. Honestly, I was looking for vintage clothes from Mom’s old wardrobe. I’m not ashamed of that, because the skeletal mounds of your things around the house were suffocating. Shirts and pants and underwear, and Mom couldn’t get rid of them,
Loss of Father: An AfterTalk Letter on the Anniversary of my Father’s Death Read More »
In 1919 World War I ended and both Pete Seeger and my father were born. As a young man, my Dad marched for labor Unions emboldened by the words and songs of Pete Seeger. Deep filial affection was exchanged as our voices met over Pete Seeger’s LPs. Pete Seeger was a good man; so was
Pete Seeger: We will miss him in the front of the bus Read More »
