A letter to my adopted parents

This letter is for two of the most important people in my life on their 40th wedding anniversary. Dear Camille and Jim, It’s not a coincidence that you were on the same flight to Mexico with Joan and Val, before you even met.  Its not a coincidence that they moved into the home across the […]

Val and the Greek Mafia

Pops and I were sitting having dinner at a restaurant owned by one of his former students, Jimmy, who my dad referred to as a “nice Greek kid” even though that “kid” was probably in his fifties.  As we were sipping wine and enjoying saganaki, he comes with this gem out of the clear blue […]

She likes her sweets!

I think there’s a gene that is passed down through the females in my family that makes us lose our sanity when we encounter sweets.  I know that many women like sweets and chocolate, but this is extreme.  I have been known to go into a fugue state over Snicker’s pie. Grandma tolerates dinner courses […]

Hair Salon with Grandpa

My grandpa, Leo Bruski, was a 6’3″ Polish dude who owned a lumber company.  He was no one to trifle with.  Yet, in true grandfatherly fashion, he pretty much let Laura and me do whatever the hell we wanted to him without batting an eyelash.  And he had lovely thick hair that was just begging […]

Mezmayrik

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 […]