Neil Kramer explores friendship, love, and sex, and the dangerous art of writing about it.
He lives in NYC. He can be contacted at neilochka on yahoo.
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Category Archives: Life with My Parents
My mother called up from her winter rental in Century Village, Boca Raton, Florida. “Hey, Mom. How you doing?” “Good. I saw a fabulous show last night.” “Oh yeah? What?” “I forgot the name. A singing group. There is a … Continue reading
“Please come to Walgreen’s with me and help me carry up a 24 pack of water on sale,” said my mother. “I’m busy,” I replied. For the first time in a long time, I wasn’t lying. I was finally out … Continue reading
Sophia has been away all week on a job, so I have been here in LA, holding down the fort, like they used to say in the days when we lived in forts. I’ve been spending a lot of time … Continue reading
After three days of searching to buy something online during Black Friday and Cyber Monday, I ended up with nothing. Everything I truly wanted, like a HD Camcorder with a built in GPS and electric shaver, was just too expensive. … Continue reading
My mother doesn’t like to waste money, and similar to many other Jewish mothers of her generation, she can sense a sale at Loehmann’s from miles away. Which brings me to Thanksgiving. Recently, a new supermarket took over in the … Continue reading
Today is my mother’s birthday. This is her birthday card. It was a windy and lonely October evening. I was in my bedroom, the overhead lamp flickering, as I IM-ed with Allison, a New Hampshire woman who wrote a knitting … Continue reading
I miss my father, who passed away four years ago, only a few months after I started blogging. Today, I took the Long Island Railroad today to visit the cemetery where my father is buried. It is a Jewish tradition … Continue reading
My mother recently returned from a two week cruise along the Mediterranean in Europe. When she first told me that she was taking this trip with a female friend, I thought it was a crazy and worthless trip — Barcelona, … Continue reading
One of the first rules every writer learns is that a good character does not speak “on the nose.” When a person says something verbally, the true message and emotion can be quite different from what the person says. I … Continue reading