Impressions of Chicago (Part 1)


When she was alive, before she was sick, my late mother Louise (1933-2014) was asked by her older sister, Millie (1924- ), to come visit Chicagoland. My mom, who had moved from Illinois to New Jersey, and now (reluctantly) California, did not want to come to Lincolnwood where her sister had moved into an assisted…

The Retraction From Life


Weaker, yet still alive, still able to speak, Louise M. Hurvitz was in her wheelchair, in the sunshine near the glistening Marina boats, when she told me she wanted to eat a steak. That was on Monday, August 18th. She ate a hamburger that night, and a slice of pizza on Tuesday night. She was…

The Dark Wit.


One of the ladies looking after my cancer sick mother Louise said she was a “sweet lady”. There are other adjectives I might use but “sweet” never paired with her. Mordant, witty, nervous, quick, intuitive, emotional, sad, empathetic, petty, vicarious, excitable, energetic, humorous, treacherous, dark, vindictive, resentful; these are also her traits. She came up…