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 […]
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 […]
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 […]