I Am Grateful
BY NANCY DAVIDOFF KELTON November 2026 issue Thanksgiving used to get me down. Our family get-togethers never remotely resembled Norman Rockwell paintings. That is when we managed to get together at all. Some years we went to my Aunt Yetta’s with a case of soda. My mother’s family was in the soft drink business. Some years we have been too scattered to make it to the same table at the same time. This Thanksgiving I am rejoicing for many reasons. Some are large. Some
MYRTLE
September 2, 2026 Myrtle By Nancy Davidoff Kelton I got my turtle in the pet department of W. T. Grants when I was in kindergarten and put her in a plastic bowl on the kitchen counter next to the sink. I wanted a parakeet or a canary, but my mother said a bird would make too much noise and fly around every time someone opened the cage door. I also wanted fish in a bowl like my cousins had but my mother said that fish bowls took up too much space. She definitely did not want a
A Miriam Kind of Therapist
By: Nancy Davidoff Kelton August 2026 Issue My first and last psychotherapists are deceased. Several I saw in between them were not all that alive. Two did not even learn to nod in Psychotherapy 101 or from watching Bob Newhart nod as Dr. Hartley on The Bob Newhart Show in the 1970s. Miriam, my first therapist, validated who I was immediately. “You can only be a Nancy kind of writer,” she said when I mentioned I disliked being a h