Northeast Times

 Articles by Sally Friedman

Sharing memories of the past with children of the future

No matter how long I’ve been a parent, I’m still capable of being astonished by my own adult children. And let nobody tell you that “adult children,” that ultimate oxymoron, aren’t still works in progress.


Time to prepare for the Jewish High Holiday season once again

The extra leaves for the dining room table have been dusted off and jammed into place. The 18 unmatched chairs are being assembled around that table in a dining room that seems to have shrunk since last Rosh Hashanah. A huge brisket is in the freezer.


A tribute to the one and only Joan Rivers

There she was, resplendent in a black jumpsuit and a gold lame trapeze-style coat with lavish ruffles, no less.


Gone But Not Forgotten: First Days of School

No more first days of school at our house.


Feeling like the only person in America not on vacation

Yoo-hoo! Is anybody out there? Come out, come out, wherever you are!


As our children age, time refuses to slow

Perhaps it was the way the sunlight hit her face. It was bright and unforgiving.


Trying to survive the sizzling days of summer

Ah, summer, glorious summer. It’s all frolic and fun — and, of course, romance. Maybe at your house. Here’s how it looks at ours.


‘God Bless America, Land That I Love’

Let me give it to you straight:


Witnessing the wonder of fatherhood

I remember as if it were yesterday.


A look at the true meaning of a wedding

It’s June — high season for weddings. How well I know it. I’m often at the weddings of total strangers, but before you think “Wedding Crasher,” let me explain: My husband is a retired judge of the Superior Court of New Jersey, and is, therefore, authorized to officiate at weddings. And as “Mrs. Judge,” I’m often invited to be with him. I seldom decline.