Below are pictures of my most recent fortunes from the lucky cookies I cracked open:

It is her 92nd birthday party but age is just an accessory to her audacious and frank personality that she manages to always wear to the 9′s.

“Jennifer, the boys must be lining up,” My Aunt Rita screams as she lowers her hearing aid. “Remember, date the doctors. A dentist!”

Having been preached this since i turned thirteen and was at the Jewish legal age of becoming a women, you would think i would be hanging around medical schools more often. But, I have learned to nod my head and smile, careful not to shed an ounce of my love life onto the table.

There are some lessons you hear year after year that don’t escape your mind, for the wrong reasons.

“You still want to be a writer? Why don’t you be on TV. You will make more money,” My Aunt says to me before moving on to the next victim.

To be 92. What will still matter to me? Who will be the people who are still in my life? The possessions that I will still hold on to tightly? The things I will still desperately believe in?

I turn to hug my fragile, yet robust and outspoken Great Aunt Rita goodbye and she … Read More »