‘Prior to the pandemic this long a queue happened only for a hot sample sale, Beyoncé concert tickets or the Zabar’s smoked fish counter.’
Imagine a Jewish showbiz version of “Trivial Pursuit,” and you’ve got the basic idea of Boom Again — and the memories it conjures up.
Despite his enormous success, Norman was endearingly modest and self-deprecating.
Our president, played by George C. Scott, had the compassion and integrity the sitting president lacks.
He was probably the only star who directed movies, won 12 Emmys and made kasha varnishkes.
“What’s the weather?” I asked Alexa. “What difference does it make?” I expected her to answer. “You’re not going anywhere.”
My husband and I, both in our 70s, had been enjoying life before all this tragedy, so I’ve been stewing over being seen as expendable.
“Self-isolating, I’ve discovered, isn’t one of those things you master.”
I wasn’t watching a play. I was living it, reconnecting with the family members I’d lost over the last decades, crying the entire time.
“I was not opposed to going to the mikveh and actually embraced the idea of a symbolic purification that marked the end of my single days.”