I grew up in the South with a Methodist father and a Jewish mother. My husband, Steve, grew up Jewish in the Bronx.
Before we married, I came to Thanksgiving with Steve’s family, bearing my Kentucky Grandmother Ruby’s traditional sweet potato marshmallow side dish, generously flavored with bourbon. (more…)
Of the approximately 44 million turkeys that will be prepared across America this Thanksgiving, probably half of them will be way too big and the other half overcooked. O.K., maybe a bit of hyperbole (except the number of turkeys, that’s fairly accurate). This is how I do it. (more…)
This space was devoted last week to the negative advertising, the “attack ads” or election by character assassination, which dominated the 2014 election in Suffolk County, the state and nation.
But in Suffolk, there were other aspects worth noting. (more…)
After my descent to the basement laundry room to unload the dryer, I encountered an older woman I had seen many times in the elevator line we share in our Manhattan co-op.
Usually she has a dog on a leash going out for a walk. Over the years I had noticed that she had several dogs, all utterly unremarkable mutts. They had one thing in common: Sniffing my pant leg once then turning away from me with a pained look. I found out some years ago that they weren’t her dogs.
After spending the last two weeks in Winthrop Hospital with my wife, I understand that I may not be a doctor, but I can now understand words I never heard in my life.
While there, my mind frequently drifted toward a Shelter Islander who was as sick as anyone could be. A man who had a tragic accident, never complains or asks for help and has successfully and totally reinvented himself. (more…)