Piece #17

The phone message was short and succinct. “This is the doorman. Your mother fell in her bathroom. I believe  she broke her nose. We called the ambulance and I think they took her to the emergency at the Jewish.” Enough information to spike my anxiety but certainly not enough information…

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Piece #16

When we were packing to come home from New York, Mom was humming a Hungarian tune as she put her little vintage style pair of sewing scissors into her purse. “You can’t do that. You can’t put that in carry-on luggage because they will take it away from you.” “They…

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Piece #15

Mom does not believe in American coffee. She has often declared that it’s not real coffee. It is just tasteless black water, it’s cheap and she refuses to drink such swill. Mom believes only in café au lait for which she has her own personal recipe. When Mom would get…

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Piece #14

It was 7:48 am according to my Canal Street knockoff watch. A bright July morning in Manhattan and I was sitting by myself on a green wooden bench in Gramercy Park, the only private park in New York City. Only people who live in buildings directly facing the fenced park…

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Piece #13

It was a steamy Sunday afternoon in June when I set out for the the wilds of Kirkland to catch a mid-afternoon screening of The Book Club starring Jane Fonda, Diane Keaton, Candice Bergen and Mary Steenburgen. The plot revolves around their reactions to the book they are all reading…

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Piece #12

One morning on my CJAD radio show, I took time off from discussing politics and potholes long enough to interview a dog trainer. During the commercial break, I told him about Bijou and the barking and how I had arranged to get him adopted. “Too bad you didn’t tell me…

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Piece #11

So there we all were standing around the living room of my parent’s house on Clanranald Avenue. Me, Mom, Dad and one forlorn Maltese puppy shivering after an impromptu bath in the kitchen sink. “Mom! What do you mean you don’t want him? You said you wanted a dog.” “I…

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Piece #10

I adored my bassett hound Schatsie. He was always permitted to sleep on any couch or chair surface he preferred but I was more strict when it came to food. Schatsie thrived on Science Diet most of the time and matzo and gefilte fish during the eight days of Passover.…

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Piece #9

I had two very specific goals for the day’s session with the psychologist. I could not rest until I found out why I no longer was excited at the prospect of buying something at the Shabby Chic shop in Soho. Was I going through what Woody Allen called anhedonia? Also,…

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Piece #8

I first laid eyes on Melman-Hellman when I arrived at the hospital auditorium to deliver my speech at a Second Generation seminar. Melman-Hellman, who could easily be mistaken by the undiscerning for an enthusiastic mid-level marketing consultant, was discreetly stifling a yawn as she nodded and pretended to be fascinated…

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