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 […]

Doh-Mighty

One Sunday after church I asked my mom why the priest never talked about Doh-Mighty.  She looked confused. “What do you mean, honey?  What is Doh-mighty?” “You know, there’s Jesus and the Holy Spirit and then there’s Doh-Mighty.” Now she looked a tad alarmed.  Being an educator, she chose a different tack and asked me […]

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 […]

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 […]