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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Tag Archives: family
I only took a carry-on with me to LAX yesterday because going to BlogHer was a last minute decision. The health of my father-in-law, Vartan, was still shaky. He had just started with hospice. I got my boarding pass from … Continue reading
This is what I was doing when Sophia’s mother passed away a few weeks ago. I was waiting for my yearly exam at the eye doctor on Robertson Blvd. I was hoping I didn’t need another prescription, because my last … Continue reading
Sophia’s mother passed away on Tuesday. Today is the funeral. It was unexpected, since it was her husband who was bedridden. Fanya had an interesting and adventurous life, which took her from the horrors of war-torn Soviet Union to present-day … Continue reading
The year, 2010, started out promising, like the Goodyear blimp rising over the city, a whirring airship ascending slowly and elegantly, graceful in appearance, like a modern dancer. “Happy New Year,” I screamed at midnight on December 31, drunk on … Continue reading
My great-grandparents travelled to New York from Russia on one of those unglamorous ships overcrowded with immigrants, hoping to leave the misery of Europe behind. My great-grandparents had two daughters, Annette and Ruth. Annette would become my grandmother on my … Continue reading
Today I will continue my tradition of writing a blog post about my neighborhood without walking a block from my mother’s apartment building. I’ve introduced you to the supermarket downstairs with the crashing cars and the religious Jewish guy with … Continue reading
My mother is hip for a long-time AARP member. She still works a full-time job, commuting into Manhattan by subway. She likes sex in the City, American Idol, and reading my blog. Granted, she couldn’t tell you the name of … Continue reading
For the last few days, we’ve had guests in the house — my cousin Alan and his wife, Beth, came in from Cleveland. I don’t know them well. I only met them once before, during my bar mitzvah. Both of … Continue reading
In the last couple of days, there have been several comments on this blog about Sophia looking like my mother. That’s just crazy! Sophia and my mother look nothing alike. Why would anyone marry someone who looked like his mother? That … Continue reading