Sigrid was sweet, fun, goofy, curious; all the usual cat things. Silky and beautiful. By far the most beautiful cat I have ever known.
the stones I cannot place
My mother’s ‘passing’ has crippled my writing. And apparently that’s not all. It would be unfair to blame her, per se, because that would be rude. But I’ve had a sneaking suspicion that she’s had a hand in it. Some lesson left to teach. I thought what would be fitting (I had this brilliant idea…
oh amy, how could you — a kaddish for amy smith
My plan was that nobody else would die. Ever. My plan was to leave the death-and-dying biz to someone else; give someone else a turn. My plan was that enough was enough. At least for this year. My plan was that only the elderly die, and that sometimes it’s a blessing and an end to…
the end of memory
It’s a very simple proposition: what if we forget? What if we forget the details? What if we forget their faces? What if they become reductionist cartoons, selective memory, fixed inside our stories, unverified by outside confirmation? What if they were not at all as we remember them? What if we got the stories wrong?…
precious daughters: a kaddish for Amanda Simmons
I was writing about books. Letting go of books. A preemptive kaddish for books turns out I couldn’t part with. The occasion was my daughter’s return from China. And driving up, by way of the Coast, from L.A. where her flight landed to S.F. for a short visit before heading East. I already wrote this…
daily kaddish: for kirstin, in music
Recently an acquaintance of mine died, ridiculously young.
daily kaddish: for kirstin, in words
I asked Mira to record text for a Kaddish for an acquaintance of mine who died ridiculously young, Kirstin Paisley. I’ll write more about her tomorrow.
daily kaddish: with thoughts of those who grieve alone
This is a Kaddish in solidarity with those people whom we know, and also those whom we don’t know, who are alone in practicing their bereavement rituals or lack thereof.
daily kaddish: for a household
Tonight’s Kaddish is for a once-joyous household that is now in disarray.
a yizkor for Hy Glantz — guest post from Alana Glantz Zussman and Michael Jacob Zussman
Here is the speech we read at Grandpa Hy’s funeral. Hy (his full name was Herman) Glantz was born February 22, 1924 and died July 2, 2011 of mesothelioma. Most likely due to asbestos exposure while working in the Brooklyn Navy Yards in the 1940s. In the Glantz family there is a tradition started by…