Lenore Weiss

I was born in the same year the state of Israel was formed but that’s not exactly the right word— formed is something joined and… Read More »Cease Fire Now

I might have talked about chicken bones at my first state of the city address and riled the whole city. But I’m not a Donald… Read More »Chicken Bones

We live in a bafflement of words like smoke from a fire making eyes tear and throats scratchy only we don’t realize we are being talked to… Read More »Natural Selection

I talk to my plants. I also talk to my cats while scratching their ears and discussing the weather or what’s for dinner. But plant-to-person… Read More »Talking Spider Plant Blues

Norma was my other friend who became my best friend. We met on the first day of second grade. I was nervous, sitting at my… Read More »A Pencil Forms a Friendship

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