What I’m Watching

What I'm Watching

People often ask me what I am watching these days. Not because I watch so much, but because I am very passionate (and vocal;) about what I watch. This is the age of great television, specifically not network television. People who ask me know that I have very particular preferences in what I watch and they are drawn to the same, or they tell me how horrified they are that I suggested it!

First let me tell you what I really disliked, if you like these, you may not be drawn to my recommendations. Notting Hill, Modern Family, anything with Sandra Bullock, reality TV, Star Wars, The Notebook, anything animated, anything PG13, comedies.

My kids say that I only like movies where “nothing happens.” So here is my list right now, subject to change:

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Steady Hand

Love + Medicine Steady Hand

Steady Hand

The Bris. The celebration of removal of foreskin
The first of his covenants with our Creator
Not in the presumed sterility of hospital walls
But done in one’s home surrounded by family and deli

Some choose to step back
Shout out the obligatory “mazel tov” on cue.
Others crowd around close to the makeshift surgical center
All are subject to the litany of moyel jokes that muster up an awkward chuckle

No one is as queasy as the infant’s father
Sweating, praying for a steady hand.
Questioning why didn’t we do this in the hospital, where it’s “clean”
Beginning to question why to do this at all,
Take a knife to his son, only 8 days on this Earth

Sucking on gauze soaked in Manishewitz,  the child lies peacefully
Placed on a pillow held by the Godfather, the highest of honors
He is then handed over to the  moyel who slices off the foreskin
The piece of flesh left on the table for burial In the yard.

As the generations before and the generations after,
Jews celebrate this act
Recognize the solemnity of the day
Feel a sense of tradition, respect and honor it

For the mother and father it marks a milestone
Of trusting and letting go
Loving, forgiving and coveting this child.
Always hoping for that steady hand

– Anne Koplin, M.D.

I love my Turkish towel…and here’s why

When my daughter, Ayla, came home from Australia yesterday and handed me a Turkish towel as her gift, I knew what I had to write about today.

Americans are not so familiar with Turkish towels – they are all the rage in Australia. Pictures don’t do them justice. They are wonderful. Before we get to that, her gift also brought me back to the time we traveled to Istanbul, just the two of us. We were in Tel Aviv and we decided to take the short trip from Tel Aviv to Istanbul, a city on my bucket list.

Visiting a Turkish bath was one of the highlights of that wondrous trip to Istanbul, a city that bombards you with tastes and smells, ancient and modern, chaos and mystery.  We walked with trepidation to Cagaloglu Hamami. It was built in 1741 by Sultan Mahmut, and is a gorgeous place. 

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PLATONIC LOVE

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I am all about relationships. I have always been fascinated by the interplay in erotic and nonsexual relationships. One that seems to puzzle many of us is the idea of a platonic relationship.

I have had a dynamic, complex, wonderful relationship with a man for several years. So few of my friends have such a close connection with a man who is not their lover or spouse. I’m sure half the city assumes we are having an affair. My kids have suspected it for years. My husband was cool about it until people started commenting, then he became suspicious.

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