Cincinnati Review

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The Canadian comes to us with blue-black eyes and a forehead like the cliffs of Santorini. We think that he is Greek, but the Canadian is quick to correct us. He is Jewish, and he is standing in my doorway, and he wants to know the way to Giorgos’s taverna. Yianni looks the Canadian up …

At home working on a client’s website—an archive of Yiddish memories—I look up in time to see a yellow poplar topple.Yesterday was Holocaust Remembrance Day.The hummingbirds have arrived like they do every April,flitting toward the lower branch of a weeping willowto the only one of five feeders that remains.Year after year, even their offspring remember. …

Tonight we the living gather to meditate on death—while eating hamburger sliders, in fact, and pumpernickel crackers spread with pâté, plus celery and carrots and various berries and wine that comes in a box but is not that tacky college kind. The spread is part of the funeral home’s Life Well Lived package, which also …