Monthly Archives: February 2017

“Call PPPhhhillll”

I find myself constantly being corrected by Siri- or the bitch who’s on my Bluetooth in my car. I could say, “call Steve,” and she would reply, “you want to call Mary?” So now, I speak as if I’m the … Continue reading

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How Old Are You?

My birthday is coming up and when people ask me my age, I say, “I’m the age where I have uncontrollable coughs after eating ice-cream.”

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Nighty Night

I rarely go to my tenant’s apartment to hang- but when I do, well, there’s always something.  Sometimes I will flip through a channel and there’s cursing, so I quickly try to change the channel. Other times it’s “x-rated,” so … Continue reading

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Bon Voyage

This afternoon I called my nephew in between his college classes- just to say hello. “Hi Stanley, I hear you’re going away,” I said. “Yeah, next weekend,” he replied. “You know you need to be careful, right?” I chided. “I … Continue reading

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911- What’s Your Emergency?

My left eye has recently felt funny every time I yawn- as if my lid is doing flips or will do flips and tonight- it just feels sore. So this evening while driving home from a meeting, I called my … Continue reading

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Too Soon?

Today at synagogue in the family service, the rabbi noticed a child wearing gloves. “Are you a germaphobe?” he asks… the mother chimed in, “Trump’s a germaphobe.” “Really?” asked the rabbi. To which she replied, “yes, a big germaphobe.” Laughing … Continue reading

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Bruh

There is something that happens between mothers when entering the child therapist’s waiting room. For starters, we sit nearly knee to knee and pretend to be engrossed in the minimal artwork on the walls or on our cells. Without making … Continue reading

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