"My mother had an expression which struck me as a meanspirited put-down, but rather accurate: In Yiddish: 'A kee gayt tzum Kiev, un kimt fun Kiev, un blaybt a kee.'"
"Observing my son's recent struggle to decide between two job possibilities, which may well determine his future, brought back my struggle to choose between a career in education or trade unionism."
"In six days, the United States will, hopefully, be electing a new president, and, thinking about it, I found myself reliving the first presidential election that I am able to remember."
"In 1933, I was five years old. My father had died in 1931, and my mother was finally able to come to grips with the fact that we should move from our four-room Beck Street apartment in the Bronx, to a smaller apartment that would cost less."
"A couple of weeks ago, I was browsing the bookshelves of the Brookline Public Library and came across a book called 'Comrades and Commissars: The Lincoln Battalion in the Spanish Civil War.'"