Lenore Weiss

As a young man in his twenties, my father wore a Stetson pulled down at an angle over his eyes. He was a thoughtful man who hid his complexity behind

At the end of June I witnessed a commotion outside my window—droves of orange specks flying in the air. Not one, but hundreds. What were they? For months before, there’d

Martin arrived in this country when he was 11 years old. I have a copy of his steerage papers from Ellis Island. My older sister tells me he had his

“My Dear Cucie Olga,” my father, Martin Weiss pencils in a four-page letterdated August 8, 1939 when my mother is vacationing in Mountaindale, New York with her mother and my

Using the bathroom in an airplane requires extreme precision. But it shouldn’t be called a bathroom; it doesn’t merit the name. Large enough for a toadstool, there’s no room inside it,

What do I have against dogs? They shit everywhere anytime they feel a need. My opinion: Once you get to New Delhi there’s no way it will offer the opportunities you