My father grew up in a fairly orthodox Jewish household; meaning sometimes his family kept kosher and his story definitely took place in New Jersey or New York. My mother was raised in a fairly observant Catholic household; meaning hats and gloves were worn every Sunday, and her observance ended promptly upon her eighteenth birthday. Continue reading A Temple With A View
Things You Could Be Doing Instead of Brushing Your Teeth
1. Check tomorrow’s weather.
2. Look out the window.
3. What is that outside? You should go look into this. Continue reading A 10 Year-Olds’ Guide
When I was seventeen and remarked that I probably wasn’t as smart as I thought I was and he replied: “Probably not.”
What this means: No matter how smart you are there is always room for improvement.
I’ve always been the death child for both of my parents. I’ve known since a very early age that they both want to be cremated. Whenever there is a story on the news about some breakthrough in dementia or a family fighting over maintaining life support for a vegetable, the parent watching would turn to me and let me know that I am never to let that happen to them. I’ve got a pillow ready. Continue reading Death Child