The Butterfly-Kamikazi Nature of Grief—AND Joy

 

 

 

 

Does this scene sound at all familiar to you? 

My pretty yellow bedroom, in my family’s ranch house on Long Island, with its poster of teenage wisdom boldly on display: “Happiness is like a butterfly.  The more you chase it…

“Am I TOO OLD to go Trick-or-Treating?”

This was my son’s earnest question, asked two days ago.  Halloween is next week.  He is in ninth grade.  He’s been ill for much of this “pumpkin patch season,” as we used to call it.  And the weather is exactly…

IMITATING THE DOG--My Father's Humor, Part II

“Hey—who’s that?  She’s short!” my father cried when I first walked in his front door with the new 12-pound mutt Pumpernickel trotting happily behind me.

My dad, you understand, was short too.  It’s in the Menasche genes (or jeans).  I…

"Why does your face look like that?"--My Father's Humor, Part I

On January 22, 2012, my family received the phone call.  My dentist-historian-comedian father had died, age 91.  He died just four hours after we’d visited his hospital bedside, four hours after Mom, sister Irene, and I sang folk songs to…

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I’m going to High School! (again)

Forgive me, my child, for embarrassing you. 

I can’t help myself.  I mean, I’ve worked sixty hours this week, driven on the freeway about eight, cooked and cleaned and shopped and paid bills and fed four animals ninety times.  That…