I’m a native New Yorker who moved to California in the eighth grade. My favorite food is still New York thin-crust pizza. Left to my own devices I eat too much candy.
I don’t love to cook, except I do like to make soup—vegetarian borscht to be exact. I started doing that after we adopted our daughters, who are Russian (and better cooks than I am).
Growing up I wanted straight blonde hair and for my skin to tan and not burn. I also wanted to be the shortest girl in the class. None of that worked out. My hair is naturally curly and my skin is fair and freckled. I’m also tall. Today, all that’s alright with me.
I love dogs in general and greyhounds in particular. I’d probably love your dog, too. I like cats but I’m allergic. I’m married and live with my husband in California. He’s a native New Yorker and understands my love of New York thin-crust pizza among a host of other quirky things too numerous to mention but about which I often write.
Email Meredith: mjresnick@aol.com
Mama is a Four-Letter Word
August was hot, the air conditioner droned, and my mother burrowed beneath the blankets of her four-poster bed. Tiny aisles of carpet led to the bathroom and kitchen, where she wobbled back and forth, using the packing cartons as handrails…
Torn Apart
I don’t know when I started biting my nails. But by the time I was in the first grade, I couldn’t stop. My teeth serrated the edges of my fingernails, ripping away the half moons of new growth, leaving the tips of my nail beds, at times, exposed and tender…
Too young to have a mother that old
With all the medical technology that enables older and older women to have children, maybe it’s time to consider the child’s point of view. For me, the true impact came at 40, right before my mother died at 82…
