I was standing in front of the full-length mirror checking myself out. Do I look fat I wondered? Then I began laughing. It seemed absurd: a seventy-year old woman worrying about whether she looked fat! I thought about my mother: At 87 she was complaining to me about not having bought any new summer clothes, and what "people" would think. Two …
My mother died three years ago today, and I want to honor her. In 1945, at twenty-years old, she came to South Africa from Czechoslovakia, the country of her birth. Her father and most of her relatives died in Auschwitz. She and my father divorced when I was young, but she never forgot and always thanked him for bringing her to South Afri…
