I’ve been thinking a great deal about my grandmother lately. I brought a picture of her to my office today. In the photo, she’s strolling through a busy street in Havana. I’m guessing it must be from the early 1940s. Her name was Pegrouhi (or Bergrouhi, depending on who translates) and we grew up calling […]
Night Night
My daughter has gotten into the adorable habit of saying, “night, night” when she’s ready for bedtime stories. She loves books and will sit quietly browsing through her library, Moo, Baa, La La La, The Hungry Caterpillar, and Fox in Socks. Ahh, sweet, funny, innocent children’s books. Mom and Dad used to read us stories […]
Coach
Watching football reminds me of my dad. Yes. The diminutive Armenian/Cuban goofball who probably came up to the elbows of most of his players was a badass high school football coach in Detroit public schools. I have the photos to prove this. Some choice memories from his fellow teachers, coaches and students… Mr. Banka, who […]
Quafily and the Devastation of a 10 Year Old’s Ego
(For the record, I actually began composing this post yesterday in my head…so it totally still counts as part of my 365 day attempt…because I’m sure you were all keeping tabs…) Anyhoo, back to my story. I recently had this vivid memory of my 6th grade district spelling bee and the lifelong emotional damage it […]
Ok…start running!
Here we go! I feel like I’m at the top of a roller coaster and in that second of silence before the plummet, when everything slows down for a moment, and I can feel the blood pumping through my veins with greater thickness and purpose, like my body is saying, “this is the end, my […]