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
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
This Was Our Dog
Sylvie became the center of our family life, the warmth around which we all gathered
A Visit to the Cemetery
I don’t believe in ghosts, and I’m not afraid to walk in the cemetery at night, but holy crap!
The Old Guys' Basketball Diaries
It never occurred to us that there would be a day when we no longer played the game we loved
My Boyfriend, the Murderer
He was was soft-spoken, wrote poetry and played a bamboo flute. And then he killed our friend's mother.
10 Things I'd Tell My Idiot Younger Self
I can't go back in time and teach myself what I've learned, but if I could, here's what I might say