“When the word ‘diversity’ enters the conversation, I am to be made an example and a representative…. It’s as if I cannot possibly be content simply existing”
I’m a sweet voice, I’m a big commission, I’m composer’s choice, I’m a fresh rendition, A grand premier, a higher sphere, a call for more, A Caruso, a gracious nod, a last encore, A curtain call, a concert hall, a … Read More
1. Mother. She must be. I think. Hands are folded, mouth is folded, below a collapsible razor nose. But that was before that type of folding razor, and my mother wouldn’t have had one for a nose, anyway. The eyes, … Read More
Any place that is affectionately known as the “Best Damn Place of All” cannot continue to be when bad things happen behind the FitzRandolph gates, and it gets even more difficult when the buildings themselves start yelling back.
As I plopped down my pasta-covered plate between three matzo-munching members of my eating club on Sunday, I braced myself for public humiliation. “Someone broke early!” one of them announced, pointing to my oozing manicotti. “Yeah, yeah,” I said, lightly … Read More
“Passover is passé,” my father said from the passenger seat of my mother’s car. “People don’t have Seders anymore.” “Passover must come from the same word as passé,” my mother concurred. In the backseat, I wasn’t sure about the word’s … Read More
