Lenore Weiss

My mother took it as a personal insult that she had a sickly child. How could she have a daughter whom you could blow over… Read More »I Meet Lobo, the Talking Stray Dog

During my father’s stay in the hospital, my mother was diagnosed with an advanced cancer. A year after his death, my sister called from Florida,… Read More »Letter to My Mother

We made an emergency appointment at the Long Island Jewish Hospital with a doctor that my oldest sister knew. I had an abscess that was… Read More »Death is a Movie Reel

The sick monster living inside my stomach sat down with me to dinner. I could hear the sick monster rumbling, hoarding my food in a… Read More »The Sick Monster Inside My Stomach

Gradually my explorations fanned out to Southern Boulevard and to the Hunts Point Palace, which in its heyday hosted bands from all over the city,… Read More »Donny Kissed me on the Stone Wall

Thanks to the editors and readers of Spillwords for showcasing my story, “Love for Sale.” Call it too many years of online dating. Like the… Read More »Love for Sale

For years, I stumbled in company like a strap-hanger in the subway trying to keep my balance as the train sped along to its next… Read More »The Cat Ladies in the Vacant House

My two sisters and I shared the one bedroom in the apartment. We were each five years apart. I was the youngest. My parents slept in… Read More »Coffee and Panties That Match

Occasionally, we’d walk to City Island east of Throgs Neck surrounded by the Long Island Sound where restaurants served up fried oysters, clams, and eels.… Read More »The Odors of the Bronx, New York

Everywhere I heard different languages, the staccato Spanish of Puerto Ricans with the constant call to “Mira, mira”(look look). Then there was the richly embroidered… Read More »Doing a Birdie at Orchard Beach