Piece #24

One summer morning in 1959, Mom announced that we were going to see the Queen of England. “How are we going to get to England?” “We don’t have to go to England. She will be coming here today.” “The Queen of England is coming to our house?” “Of course not. …

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Piece #23

Over the years I have often been critical. I have done restaurant reviews for Pulse news, critiqued everything from plays to politicians on CJAD Radio and most recently penned a book review for the Jewish Book Council in New York City. My inclination to critique started in Grade 1 with…

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Piece #22

When my parents arrived in Montreal as refugees, they knew they had to register me for school. But which one? My father was intent on sending me to a religious school. The first place he tried was a place called Mesifta which was not much more than a rabbit warren…

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Piece #21

Last Thursday my closest and dearest friend Harold was having a triple bypass operation at the Royal Victoria Hospital. I first met Harold on our first day at McGill University nearly half a century ago. I was so anxious and so nervous about the outcome of such serious surgery that…

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Piece #20

A crisp spring day in 1981 and Mom was so excited when I mentioned I might be able take her with me to L.A. to see the Academy Awards. I had my press accreditation, but what about Mom? How would I get her in? That was but a minor stumbling…

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June 28 2018

I have been working on this memoir now for almost four weeks and enjoying every minute of it. Thanks to you and to all the people with whom you have been sharing the pieces, it has been growing organically. A well-known theatre director has already approached me with the possibility…

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Piece #19

While most of the kids in my elementary school class at Yeshiva Merkaz Hatorah were obsessed with the Stanley Cup, I was obsessed with the Academy Awards. That is why I knew that 1978 was the 50th anniversary of the Oscars and that is why I made it my business…

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Piece #18

Mom’s doctor walked in just as I was about to head home from the hospital. I was immediately nervous. Did he have something important to tell me? Yes he did. He said, “When I was examining your mother, she gave me this and insisted I hold on to it until you…

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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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