Archive for October 2014

My Kitchen Has Been Inhabited By Shmootz

Every day this week, my kitchen floor has been taken over by dozens of tiny dark particles that I can only describe as shmootz. For those of you non-Yiddush speakers, shmootz means filth or dirt. (If you read my last post, you would already know that.) They are all about the size of a pinhead.... Read more »

Your Guide to 20 Great Yiddish Words

Who knew??? My parents were first generation Americans and Yiddish speakers, thanks to their parents. Sadly, instead of passing down this colorful and onomatopoetic language to my sister and me, my parents chose to use it as a “secret language.” They used it when they didn’t want us to understand what they were talking about.... Read more »

Basic Income For All The World's Citizens

I am proud to be participating in my first ever Blog Action Day. Our topic is inequality. Sheesh. Couldn’t we have started with something a bit less overwhelming? I mean, I don’t even know where to start on this one, this topic is so epic. I’ve been mulling this over for the past several hours.... Read more »

Why Can't We Have A National Health System?

I lost my dental insurance 2 years ago when my husband didn’t qualify for insurance through his union, the Screen Actors Guild, because he didn’t earn enough money. That’s the same union that Tom Cruise and Brad Pitt belong to. Don’t get me started on how wrong that picture is. I am pretty scrupulous about... Read more »

They Call Me "Mrs. Can"

I was delighted to see that our topic for the ChicagoNow This Blogger Life series this week is: What’s In A Name? My husband has an unspellable and unpronounceable name and he hails from a town whose name contains a naughty 4 letter word. How’s that for a double whammy???? His surname is Aistrope which... Read more »

The Great Homework Debate

The most frightening word in the English language in our household is “homework.” My adopted son with special needs is a very bright child, but he hates to do homework at home. He’ll do it at school, just not at home. As far as he is concerned, six hours of school work is quite enough,... Read more »

Her Name Was Lola, She Had Ebola

Apparently, my crazy husband, Martin, is a harbinger of things to come. He likes to take songs and “murder them” with appalling lyrics. Since Ebola is very much in the news, without further ado, I would like to present to you the ditty he has been singing for decades: To the tune of Copacabana by... Read more »

I Traded The Theatre Life for The Mommy Life

Before our now teenage son was born, my husband, Martin, was a stage actor. In fact, the last show he performed in was “A Christmas Carol” at the old Goodman Theatre in 2000. He played 2 minor characters; Percy, the party twit and the School Master. Once he got to play the ghost of Jacob... Read more »

My Junior Year Abroad Adventure

South Shore Country Club I am convinced that the path that my life would take was altered, radically, by the most life changing event of my young life; the “white diaspora” of South Shore in the late 1960s. I was born and raised in South Shore. To say that it was a predominantly white neighborhood... Read more »