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The official name on his birth certificate reads Gordon Levy. I call him Dad. Other people call him Gord, Go-Go, Buckwheat Zydeco, Gordoon, Gordy, Zaidy, Zee-Zee, Gordo, Daddy-o, Mr. Got-to-go, Mr. L, Mr. G, Uncle Gordon, husband of Lea, son … Continue reading
Renovating their private room Will be ready very soon Till then, my bed, we snuggle in the dark I count my blessings and the barks
Bergen and Naomi are having a wonderful time traveling in Sweden. Highlights include Bergen reconnecting with his father’s roots and Naomi loving her Swedish relatives. Apparently, Naomi wishes to move there one day.
You may recall this Portrait of my Husband at his Surprise Birthday Party last month. Little did he know there was another surprise in store for him: A trip to Sweden to reconnect with his father’s roots and to introduce … Continue reading
Today my grown-up daughter celebrates International Women’s Day! Congratulations, Naomi!
Since Naomi moved out, I’ve made a shocking discovery! After years of blaming her — it turns out I’m the culprit who squeezes the tube of toothpaste from the top!
“My dad travels light but always packs dozens of jokes and one-liners. Never newish, mostly Jewish, borrowed from the best: Henny Youngman, Groucho Marx, Jackie Mason, Rodney Dangerfield, Woody Allen. I’ve heard them all a million times, but I don’t … Continue reading
Twenty years ago when I said to my husband, “Let’s have a baby!” and he said, “You mean, let’s have a teenager?” I thought he was joking.
Since my daughter moved out, I’ve been “working like a dog.” Barking. Whining. Licking the floor. Pissing on the neighbours’ lawns. Why did I let our dog Nellie move out too?
A strange silence seeped into the house after my daughter moved out. How I missed the pitter-patter of her “THUD THUD” footsteps late at night.