Greetings from the Holy Land, the Western Wall, circa November 2024 Happy Holidays to one and all! I hope you have completed all of your gift shopping by now...or not. I'm keeping "it" -- the holiday shopping frenzy -- simple this year. After a big trip to Israel in November, my discretionary funds are a… Continue reading Holiday Greetings and Reflections on My Recent Trip to Israel
Tag: Memoir
Masters of the Air and a Personal WWII Mystery Solved, Sort of
My Uncle Morris "Moshe" Meyers in Detroit, Michigan, c. 1940 Have any of my loyal readers seen Apple TV's Masters of the Air? If you haven't, I would highly recommend. First off, it's must see TV for history buffs, and secondly, and more importantly, it shows the dangerous missions of the bomber squadrons that fought… Continue reading Masters of the Air and a Personal WWII Mystery Solved, Sort of
Happy ‘Labor’ of Love Day
Labor Day in the USA means barbeques, a three day weekend, the unofficial end of summer, the "don't wear white" anymore fashion mandate, big department store sales, etc. The holiday, however, stems from our Industrial Revolution roots in the late nineteenth century. Labor activists pushed for a federal holiday to honor our fellow hard working… Continue reading Happy ‘Labor’ of Love Day
First Chapter
I am writing a longer piece of fiction (sort of non-fiction, too, a little of both) about a time in my childhood that was greatly in flux. It was the 1970s, Los Angeles, those middle school years when the first glimpses of adulthood start to cut through the sheltered innocence of childhood. Everything seems possible… Continue reading First Chapter
Bonjour, Paris! (Or in my case, Santa Clarita!)
Hello. I love croissants. Not the chocolate ones, or almond, or fruit filled. Those are impostures, in my opinion. A plain, flaky croissant that is soft and buttery on the inside and slightly crispy on the outside is the real deal. Speaking of croissants, a long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away, I… Continue reading Bonjour, Paris! (Or in my case, Santa Clarita!)
Cheryl Thatt-Burbank 