Stories Served Served Around The Table
Around The Table
It’s Martin Luther King Day, and I am enjoying a day off from work. It is supposed to be a day of reflection and service. To be honest, I typically spend the Martin Luther King holiday in the service of me catching up on my neglected house chores. I can sleep a little later and… Continue reading It Begins With Words
I completed six weeks of ice skating lessons today—a Christmas gift from my daughters. The adult group had dwindled from two wobbly adults to just me. It was like having private lessons in the company of a crowd. The rink was abuzz with several groups of soon-to-be figure skaters and hockey players. I was the… Continue reading Winter Skates part 2
My daughters gave me a Christmas gift certificate for ice skating lessons at a nearby rink. I had been complaining that Long Island winters have not been cold enough for ice skating. The canals, ponds, and Great South Bay rarely freeze over. Yes, there is an indoor ice rink providing year-round access, but, it is… Continue reading Winter Skates part 1
This story was told by my Uncle Joe, my mom’s eldest brother. Anthony, their father, died when my mom was just a little girl and Uncle Joe was 14 years old. As the years rolled forward, he became the keeper of their father’s stories. This is one of them. My father was a printer—a… Continue reading The Compositor
My mother’s grandmother was the matriarch of the family. Every detail of home life was dictated by her. Despite the strict force, the woman aimed to keep her charges well, safe and loved. My mother told this story many times. She was raised in a multi-generation home on West 9th Street in Brooklyn. … Continue reading A Day Begins
