Yoo-hoo! Is anybody out there? Come out, come out, wherever you are!
Perhaps it was the way the sunlight hit her face. It was bright and unforgiving.
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.
Let me give it to you straight:
I remember as if it were yesterday.
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.
Nobody ever told me, when I became the mother of a newborn, that I would carry her home from the hospital trembling in terror, wondering how in the world I’d know what to do with her. She seemed like a tiny, helpless victim of my gross ineptitude.
While other people in my life could not grasp what it was like to do interviews of Holocaust survivors, my daughter Amy did.
Most of the women I know simply can’t believe it.
I recently got into a discussion with our daughters about their memories. At this stage of my own life, I want to know what “took,” and I thought I did.