I still grieve for the words unsaid. Something terrible happens when we stop the mouths of the dying before they are dead. A silence grows up between….

My adolescence progressed normally: enough misery to keep the death wish my usual state, an occasional high to keep me from actually taking the gas-p….

Jewish Christmas' - that's what my gentile friends called Chanukah when I was growing up in Michigan in the thirties and forties. Anachronistic, yes,….

Adolescence is a twentieth-century invention most parents approach with dread and look back on with the relief of survivors..

For who will testify, who will accurately describe our lives if we do not do it ourselves?.

There is something disorderly about the death of a young person. In a universe disturbed by so much over which we have no control, an untimely traged….

Christmas was a miserable time for a Jewish child in those days, and I still recall the feeling. ... Decades later, I still feel left out at Christma….