Grandma's Christmas Lights
That glow of a trillion electric lights emanating from their threshold is a warm call, a plea for the pleasure of someone's company
Let's Spend the Night Together
Could our great daytime companionship balance what seemed to be our nighttime incompatibility? There was only one way to find out.
Love Letters I Wish I Had Kept
They were pure poetry: intimate, giving, sharing. And then they were gone.
Bubie From Queens
She came from New York on the Greyhound bus, full of Shakespeare and superstition. She left a wooden rolling pin, her potato masher, and her memory in every bite of food we eat
They Call It Puppy Love
Raising a puppy is only a faint echo of what it was like with children, but our nest, though covered with golden hair, is cozier than it's been in quite some time
Christmastime for the Jews
While kids all over the country were waking at the crack of dawn to tear open presents, we slept in, then went to the movies and to a Chinese restaurant
The Parent Trap
I love my mother and so do my siblings. Just one catch–none of us wants her to move in with us
The Guru Will See You Now
I was spiritually broken and had lost my inner voice. Meeting the famous swami was going to change all that.