“Yet I confess that there is no stability in the things of this world and that everything changes.” The Decameron-Giovanni Boccacio-Conclusion,1353 My father was a father long before I was a father. He was a son, too. The first time we shook hands, it was for the camera. My Bar Mitzvah. Before the party started. […]

Bubie’s Moment*

* since writing this, still thinking about it, I realized that before me, long before Bubie was my Bubie or anyone’s Bubie, she raised three children in a one bedroom tenement apartment in the lower east side of manhattan. my grandfather was a milliner, walking to work everyday. today, as all the news coming through […]