In Memory of One Kick Ass Biker Chick
Wendy Moon Have you ever had one of those friends? One of those prickly friends who is never easy, and sometimes you think maybe they’re bat-shit insane — either that, or brilliant, and then you...
View ArticleBorrowed Prayers
I don’t have any appropriate prayers. Perhaps the El Malei Rachamim if I knew Hebrew — . But Emily Dickinson… her poems can be my prayers. I think, maybe, they always have been. Death sets a thing...
View ArticleHomeward Bound
How, in a house of my brethren can there be so few pens? And then maybe, I think, they aren’t my brethren in that way. In the pen and the paper and the ink and the ideas swirling away into bits of...
View ArticleMy Grandmother Was Not an Easy Person
My grandmother and I went to China the summer I was 23. During that trip, one of our tour guides stopped to talk with me. “I had heard in America young people don’t respect their elders,” he said, “but...
View Article110 Red Roses for my Grandmother
My grandmother used to tell me a a story about how Uncle Stan sent her 110 red roses on her 50th birthday and a card saying he hoped she lived to 110 (she made it to 95, so, not bad). She would show me...
View ArticleRabbi Plans to Kill Dogs Because he Can’t be Bothered
Or at least, thatâ€s what heâ€s trying to do. But Iâ€m not going to let him. And Iâ€m asking for your help. My grandmother died in March, leaving her rabbi & tenant of the last 15 years as her...
View ArticleNo more (the year-in-review downer post)
I would like a year with no more cancer. No more friends, family, or coworkers getting frightening diagnoses, or dying right as they were supposed to be getting better. No more unexpected emergencies...
View ArticleThe Price of Writing, My Broken Myths, and Jay
I’ve had writers block for seven years. What I consider writers block. I realize others have different definitions. But. Largely, the joy had gone out of it. Writing was like pulling teeth. I was still...
View ArticleI Remember
One of the things that infuriated me when Carolyn died when I was a kid was the feeling that everyone else had forgotten about her. Within weeks, days. We don’t actually forget that quickly. Not those...
View ArticleIce Pirates: An Uncle Stan Story
You may have heard this story from me before. I’ll certainly tell it again. But… Uncle Stan never really understood that his movies had become cult classics. Friends of mine, meeting him for the first...
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