Author: Sheila Solomon Shotwell

Gut Morgen, Rifka Leibowitz

I never met my Great Aunt Rifka or even saw a photograph of her. Yet I’ve always had a clear picture of her in my mind, in a wheelchair, smiling.  She has no legs and she’s wearing a fur stole with fox heads. 

Goodbye to Good Buys

“Oh no. I’ve never been hospitalized.” She pointed at me. “I’ve told her over and over they’ll have to carry me out.”

“Aunt Dorothy, they just did.”