Day 278

•October 6, 2015 • Leave a Comment

Rocky Horror is 40 years old.  I’m two years old than it,  that’s weird.

I’ve seen it in two cities but for me it’s forever embedded in my brain as playing at the Northwest 10 theater in San Antonio, Texas, and Lee Marshall is always Frank in my fantasies.  

My ex boyfriend from Jew camp played Riff Raff but I never got to see him perform, since he lived in New York.  

The other place I saw Rocky Horror was at Loews in Harvard Square.  When I moved there for grad school and discovered it was playing right around the corner from my apartment, it was a coming home of sorts. Until we went to the show and realized we’re now ten years older than almost everyone else there.  

Day 277

•October 5, 2015 • Leave a Comment

Jewish family
1909 synagogue
Many moved away.

My son׳s aliya
Simchat Torah in Revere
Chinese food on beach.

Day 276

•October 4, 2015 • Leave a Comment

Weird realization of the day: When I worked in a residential treatment program, I worked with a few boys who were 10 or 12 at the time. They’re now 30. Which doesn’t seem as far away from 42 as it did when I was in my mid-20’s and they were pre-adolescents. 

Day 273

•October 1, 2015 • Leave a Comment

This is day 273 of 2015.  Today at Umpqua Community College in Roseburg, Oregon, a 26 year old committed the 247th mass murder of the year.  That means that in 2o15 we have had a mass murder 90% of them time.  We’re getting an A in killing each other.  We have a problem, people.  And while making guns a little easier access would help, at least some of the time, it’s not the only solution we need.  I refer you back to the post I wrote in 2012:.

Three years ago I came to the conclusion that the answer to this question has something to do with the fear we seeme to feel in this country.  As we know from Star Wars, “Fear is the path to the dark side. Fear leads to anger. Anger leads to hate. Hate leads to suffering.” This, I think, is truly where we will find our answers.


Day 270 

•September 28, 2015 • Leave a Comment

I don’t know what I want to say about it exactly, but today I’ve been thinking about the Allen family who lived  on the “other” Woodcrest street in San Antonio – block away, same name as my street,  but not continuous.  They were the first and one of the only transracial families I knew growing up,  and they were transracial through adoption.  In some unconscious way, they normalized for me what family could look like and paved the way for what my own family now looks like.  

Day 269

•September 27, 2015 • Leave a Comment

The sukkah is up
Sweet boy already asleep
Red lunar eclipse.

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•September 23, 2015 • Enter your password to view comments.

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