Matzo Chronicles
Where the wealth is
Karen GalatzAug 24, 2023
We of that other generation didn’t delete information. We held on to it. At most, we might slash a giant X through a name after a lover’s quarrel.
Liar, Liar. My pants are on fire
Karen GalatzJul 27, 2023
We all know lying is wrong. Bad. Evil. “Liar, liar, pants on fire.” We are admonished not to lie from childhood on. It’s the Golden Rule, right?
Mournful and lustful
Karen GalatzJun 22, 2023
As I age, I find myself in a constant tug-of-war between two contrary emotions — mourning and lust.
Naivete with the KGB . . . and with Sasha
Karen GalatzMay 25, 2023
Growing up, I was more New Yorker than Jew. More Las Vegan than landsman. More my father’s daughter than one of the Chosen People. At least that’s what I thought,...
Misadventures of a Broadway baby
Karen GalatzApr 27, 2023
It was supposed to be a great adventure, set to begin with me heading off to NYC for a once-in-a-lifetime theater workshop featuring a host of Broadway luminaries.
Sweet memories of a short-order cook
Karen GalatzMar 23, 2023
For months in the winter of 1966, at 5:30 a.m., my father and I would drive from Stony Brook, Long Island into Manhattan where he had his electrical shop, and I had my...
Questions for a 100-year-old person
Karen GalatzFeb 23, 2023
Whenever you read a newspaper interview of someone celebrating their 100th birthday, it’s always upbeat. Invariably, the centennial celebrant is asked some variation...
Workaholics of the world unite!
Karen GalatzJan 26, 2023
Long ago, I had a boss who worked long hours. Commendable yes, but all too frequently and loudly he bragged of his Protestant work ethic. Each time he pointedly looked...
Home sweet home
Karen GalatzDec 22, 2022
What does the word “home” mean? I’m not talking about a physical structure but more broadly, about the place you feel content and most at peace. The place where...
Compton, Oh Compton
Karen GalatzNov 24, 2022
People of the Book, yes. But which one? Encyclopedia Britannica? World Book?
