The way my father always told it, as it turns out, was better. "On his ninetieth birthday, the late Maurice Chevalier …" my father, himself the late Maurice Zolotow, would begin, relishing the telling so much he almost gave off sparks of pleasure, " …was asked how it felt to be 90. 'Marvelous!' he replied, in that suave, beautiful, wry,… Read More
dreaming, as two decades join: “rare hare of hope,” part one
My unconscious, in the dreams it chooses to deliver to me, seems to view my conscious mind as a kindergartner. When it gives me the information that it's decided I need, it does so in very simple terms. Simple, but strange. Like the dream I had two nights ago, just before one decade ended and another began. And, though simple… Read More
