Apologies

Happy Saturday. I apologize for being late today. I admit, I’m getting a bit overwhelmed. I have a very small following, and I don’t want to let anyone down, but I’m going to be posting every other week for awhile because…I work full time and I am finding it difficult to write every week. I

Mind Trappings

I’m reading, “ the Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks” by Rebecca Skloot. A fascinating non-fiction that reads like a novel. Anyway, I don’t believe in divine providence, at least, not the way Evangelicals of the Christian or Muslim faith do. I might be closer to Henrietta’s family – they still believe in Voo Doo, even

A Girl Grows in Brooklyn

This story isn’t so much a story as it is … a memoir of my childhood in Brooklyn. It’s about setting, and place, which shapes you more than almost anything. Growing up in Brooklyn was probably the greatest thing that could have happened to anyone. I’ve never really felt as home anywhere. Some day, I

Cameo # 4 – Pants Protest

The Pants Protest By: Robin J Engel When I was in 6th grade, I had Mrs. Sherwin: the meanest, loudest teacher in the school. She wore fishnet stockings over her regular stockings, she was the stereotypical, old-fashioned school marm – stoic and stern.  Back in those days there were blackboards and we used chalk. There

Happy Holidays Bubbie

Hello everyone! I’ve gone to visit my first grandbaby, Tenzin. We’ve decided that my name will be Bubbie, which is the Yiddish word for Gramma, because someone has to carry on the culture. Also, my favorite pickles in the world happen to be Bubbie’s garlic dill pickles. (I grew up down the block from pickle

Cameo # 3 – Transition

The winter of 1976: Gramma’s Transition and a Sense of God Oddly enough, everything seems like a distant memory, even though they’re my own memories. Perhaps, I needed the distance from them, so they wouldn’t have the emotional charge they had when I was closer to them. Although, I’ve heard that memories and emotions stay