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…
Alpha (the beginning) The Dark Tower; I am still wondering what that means. I have always thought about the deeper meaning of life, or the nature of reality. My life journey has had dragons, princes, and princesses, because I couldn’t have made it through without the women in my life. The sojourn has had castles…
Moving from Brooklyn to North Massapequa on Long Island, New York, I was the new kid on the block. The only friends I made were a set of twins who had also recently moved from the city to suburbia and together, we lamented. We hated it. I couldn’t sleep, it was so darned quiet. I…
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…
I still lived in Brooklyn. The year was 1969 and racial tensions were high. The Reverend Martin Luther King, Jr. had been killed only a year previous. One day, outside the windows of my school, students from the high school walked out of school and marched in the streets, almost creating a riot, demanding equality…
Humans are unique. We don’t just eat to survive, we eat because it’s fun. It’s a sensual experience, meaning that our senses are involved. Eating can be quite hedonistic. Look at the fast food industry. If it was merely about convenience, people would simply buy healthy foods that someone else prepares. It’s not even about…
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…
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…
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…
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…