The blog includes articles I have written over the last few years, as well as a weekly post where I share what’s on my mind, even if it’s an undeveloped idea that popped up when I was stirring a vat of cheese!
Front Row I’ve just returned from the 35th Annual Boston International Trauma Conference. What is lodged in my head is the very old song by
When I was working my way through graduate school, my last waiter job was in a cute little restaurant near Berkeley Repertory Theater. The chef
I remember back in 2013, being in a book signing line with my three copies of the then-new book Cooked, by Michael Pollan. Pollan, a
I am unquestionably a scrooge about pretty much all holidays. Most of them are riddled with nightmarish childhood memories, partly because many of the Jewish
I have often told this story, as a perhaps amusing illustration of attachment terror: I met my now long beloved husband in 1990, and after
“I didn’t marry you for your cooking!” our dad would routinely say to Mom, only partly in jest. But there was no question about his
The first time I heard Bessel speak must have been in 1988 or 89. It was at the grand rounds of a small, local hospital
It was the end of 2019, I was awash in all the mixed emotions of my father’s death. And boom, enter the Pandemic of COVID-19. Abruptly,
Sometimes memory seems so mysterious and baffling. The other day, suddenly and seemingly quite randomly, I felt washed over by a “Maverick” wave of shame.
In the early years of the Millennium, it seemed as if the world was suddenly haunted by a dreaded and insidious enemy. It kind of