That Night the Cat Ran Away


Do you have pets? We have a German shepherd, and two cats. One of the cats is "mine". I'm clearly his person, although he truly loves everyone. I feed him, clean his litter box, and groom his impossibly long coat. Most nights we watch an episode of streaming TV with him on my lap. He always lets me choose the show, and pretends to love whatever I do! In our neighborhood of San Diego, cats have to be kept inside because of the threat of coyotes that hunt anything under 40 pounds that moves. Because of this, we've long lived with a strict close-the-door-behind-you policy. But … [Read more...]

Who Breaks Their Nose Playing Tennis?

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Me. That's who. Running cross court to return a ball with my back hand, I slipped on some pine needles, and landed face first. No, I didn’t put my hands out to break the fall (I was apparently still holding on to that damn racket, hoping to get that damn ball!) and took 100% of the impact on my nose and forehead. Blood everywhere, excruciating pain, nausea. My tennis partners were really good in a crisis. I quickly had cold water and paper towels, and decided not to call 911, but be driven home instead. Thank you, Lois Alter Mark! You know your tennis partner is a blogger, when … [Read more...]

My Dad and My Challah

My first challah.  Looks good, smells good.   How will it taste?

My Dad is not doing too well. So all of us kids and grandkids are visiting him as often as we can, and he's been on my mind a lot. When he was healthier, one of my Dad's passions was cooking for family and friends. But he wasn't a cook with a large repertoire, rather he specialized in a few signature dishes: huge challahs, gravlox, smoked brisket, tea-smoked duck, turkey (brined and roasted or deep fried), and chopped liver with schmaltz. If he made it, it was amazing. Last week, as I was making the gravlax he taught me how to make, I started thinking about his challah. I've … [Read more...]