Nancy Lowell has spent a lifetime loving, eating, cooking, learning and reading about food. She has owned a small restaurant in Delaware County, New York, a catering business in New York City, worked for fifteen years for Whole Foods Market, and served Breakfast at Tiffany’s during her time working in corporate dining.
When it comes to love, my life has been a series of mistakes followed by persistence landing me here; alive, alone and all things considered reasonably optimistic. Recently my sister and I were talking about a conversation we’d had about thirty years ago. She apologized for something I could barely recall. It was about the […]
If there was a jug of Almaden on the table I knew it would be a bad night. She often came home from work and had a glass of wine, or Sherry, but an Almaden night was different. I didn’t always know what had triggered it, and frankly the list of possible transgressions was long. […]
I had no idea his invitation was a one-time only opportunity. We were rarely alone, in fact I felt like he had been avoiding me for years. He’d tense up if I tried to hug him, I don’t recall much physical affection between us. Our conversations were brief and mainly perfunctory. He’d tell jokes, make ridiculous puns, […]
The traditional Passover story tells of the Exodus of the Jews from Egypt, my Passover story is about my family. Over the years my family has been together and apart at Passover, and we tell the story of our own continuing journey. In my mind are snapshots of holidays over the years; the people who are no longer in the picture, the people […]
Falling apart can be a slow process, it can take years to even realize it’s happening, and I was pretty far gone, ignoring all the signs until one Sunday at church. You might ask what I was doing at church, and that is a fair question, because I am Jewish. I was there partly to […]