Four years. Four years since I met some of the most remarkable people I’ve ever known. Four years since I had to make big decisions fast. Four years since I found out what family and friendship really means. 365 days to go.
Shortly after I first moved to Manhattan I was having breakfast at a diner on the west side with a friend. Small place. Maybe 12 tables. I noticed an elderly man eating by himself. He was well dressed. Sunday best, so to speak. He had spread one napkin on the table to use as a […]
My Aunt Stella passed away earlier this week. (This is a picture of Aunt Stella, Aunt Mitzi, me, Aunt Esther.) Growing up we were a family that traveled like a nomadic tribe. Sundays in Brighton Beach. Summers at Schimmels bungalow colony. Camp Merrimac visiting days. Miami. London. There were many years when we made the […]