DIRS.INFO top alerts submit data jurnalism about API
login
Top related persons:
Orli - 3 I’ve - 2 Joan Nathan - 1 Joan - 1 Orli’s - 1 ” - 1 We’re - 1 I’m - 1
Top related locs:
pita Orli America — Washington Maine
Top related orgs:
PBS - 1 Sunday - 1 trepidation - 1

Search resuls for: "Orli’s"


4 mentions found


☆ Joan Nathan Taught Me to Show Up, and Bring a Dish - The New York Times
  + stars: | 2024-05-26 | by ( Sarah Wildman | ) www.nytimes.com   time to read: +1 min
Three-quarters of the way through a grueling 10-day hospital stay for my older daughter, Orli, the cookbook author Joan Nathan called me from hospital reception. I met Joan in the hospital atrium. Joan told me about a time, decades earlier, when her own daughter, herself now a mother, was a baby being treated in this hospital. I couldn’t stay to hear more; every moment away from Orli was one I couldn’t retrieve. In Orli’s room I set the challah down on a paper plate and took a photo.
Persons: Orli, Joan Nathan, Joan Organizations: PBS Locations: pita, Orli, America —
☆ Before Her Death, My Daughter Told Me to Look for the Foxes - The New York Times
  + stars: | 2024-03-14 | by ( Sarah Wildman | ) www.nytimes.com   time to read: +1 min
A block from my house at the edge of Washington, there is a winding park with a road running through it. One Sunday recently, walking my regular loop along the trail, I heard leaves rustling on the wooded hill above me. I wanted desperately for her to come closer, to stay in her orbit a moment longer. Over the last several months, I have seen maybe a half dozen, here and elsewhere. I had never believed in signs; now I notice when an interview runs exactly 1 hour and 13 minutes, or when the hour is exactly 1:13.
Persons: Orli’s, I’ve, ”, Orli Organizations: Sunday Locations: Washington, Maine
☆ Opinion | Grief During a Holiday of Gratitude
  + stars: | 2023-11-19 | by ( Sarah Wildman | ) www.nytimes.com   time to read: +2 min
Grieving parents like me are told to gird themselves for anniversaries and holidays, for birthdays and religious events. Each holiday centered on family is now barbed. I love a holiday focused on gratitude and gathering, of food and camaraderie. I tend to cook when I’m sad or worried, and I’ve been both, a lot, of late. Living in loss is heavy; it is made all the more so by a world overflowing with grief, and parental pain.
Persons: We’re, I’ve, I’m, Orli, unfathomably Organizations: trepidation
☆ Opinion | My Daughter Was So Alive. How Can She Now Be Gone?
  + stars: | 2023-05-19 | by ( Sarah Wildman | ) www.nytimes.com   time to read: +2 min
Seeing old friends recently I joked, dry-eyed, about the wonder and terror of the first seven days of Jewish mourning — the shiva — being like a sort of cocktail party in hell. The night before, at a lovely restaurant, apropos of nothing at all, I started weeping into my food and ran to escape the table. I could see myself there, some 40 months earlier, talking to her teacher about the strange pain keeping my daughter from class. In the early days, her hurt was so raw we could just barely keep hold of her in its tumult. Hana worried that she was so angry with God that God would be angry with her.
0 next >>
Total: 4