If I were a poet, I’d write about the dry-cleaning woman who was kind to my daughter and her bell-bottomed jeans that needed hemming. I’d write about the crow that waited on the sidewalk like a father forced to go shopping. But what about the man … [Continue reading] about If I Were A Poet
Down the Rabbit Hole
There is a bunny in the dog park. And it’s not a small, brown, outdoorsy bunny. This one is large, black and white, and fluffy. I first became aware of it when the friendly man with the Husky was running after his dog, screaming something in Russian. … [Continue reading] about Down the Rabbit Hole
Who Cares That Robots Don’t Love Us Back
Someone has released a fleet of self-driving cars in my neighborhood. Not a human in sight. This morning on the way to work, a white one was stuck. Two lanes needed to merge, and in the right lane, the driverless car just sat there. All the boring … [Continue reading] about Who Cares That Robots Don’t Love Us Back
The Joy and the Whale
The swim club was abuzz. “There’s a whale out there,” a flushed-face woman announced as I dumped my bag on the locker room floor. No, she hadn’t seen it, but everyone was talking about it. “Someone said it’s just past the opening,” she said, as I … [Continue reading] about The Joy and the Whale
My Father’s Changing Hands
Cup of Jo, January 18, 2023 My father’s hands were tan with dark blue veins. His left hand was darker than his right, from years of smoking a cigar out the window of his 1965 Mustang. During synagogue services, we often played a game where … [Continue reading] about My Father’s Changing Hands