When our granddaughter Silvia was six, the local Shakespeare company toured public libraries, having children enact scenes from Macbeth. As much curious how they’d do it as looking for Saturday morning entertainment, I took Silvia. The troupe was clever. With…
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A novel in a picture
The great Robert Capa took this photograph on August 23, 1944, titled “Listening to De Gaulle’s speech after the liberation of the city.” I keep it on my desk. The more you look, the more the image unfolds, could unfold…
Teaching Sex and Drugs in the 60’s
A person could pity school administrators in the late Sixties, trying to hold back short skirts, long hair, drug culture and Vietnam protest with rules and rulers. Rules to keep the crush youth culture in check and rulers to measure…
On glimpsing darkness and light
When our granddaughter Silvia was nearly four, we were stopped in traffic near the local military cemetery, row on row of tombstones. “What are those white things?” she asked. I said they marked where soldiers were buried. “All those are…
When lies make you sputter
In the current super-heated medical-political world you hear lies that make you sputter. How can an apparently thinking person voice such thoughts? Doesn’t this nonsense stick coming out of the throat? Answering with facts just doesn’t matter. All those years…
Golden Comfort Soup
I thought up this soup during a zoom church service, so the inspiration could be divine. It’s certainly delicious, easy, comforting, and welcomes many interpretations. I hope you find it inspiring. Serves 4-6. 2 cloves garlic, crushed 2 onions, chopped…
Tagged with: comfort food, comfort food for writers, onion-chickpea-squash soup, soup
Posted in Food, WWWS
Posted in Food, WWWS
The passion of fridges
When I was very small, we had a small refrigerator, and my mother often perched me on top so I’d be out from underfoot while she made dinner. It was high enough to give a good view and keep me…
Louis Braille’s pocket ego
The summer I was nine, I lived mostly on biographies. I’d ride my bike to the Westfield, NJ public library and laboriously pick out the four books I was allowed. The Signature series featured a medallion with the Famous Person’s…
Why blind mice?
Years ago when we lived in Italy I brought Italian friends a jack in the box for their daughter’s one year birthday. I’d gotten it at an American store, assuming this was a classic international toy. FYI, nope. Since the young…
Tagged with: American toys, Intercultural issues, Intercultural parenting, Jack in the box, Three blind mice
Posted in Intercultural relations, WWWS
Posted in Intercultural relations, WWWS
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