Hi Irwin! In my 74 years of life I never appreciated until now, having married John after losing my beloved husband of 45 years, how not just precious, but truly life-sustaining male (man to man) friendships are. John and I just moved to a CCRC where he and a small group of 80- and 90-year old men gather in sanctuary from hundreds of widowed women, clinging to one another as if to a life raft. Sometimes I'll sit with them, join in the conversation, and then know exactly when to recede, remain silent, as they bond with one another. John never had this with his father who had a forced stoicism and eschewed any and all displays of affection or emotion; then John's only male sibling died at age 24. I think John has been searching for this brother all his adult life. I think he's found brothers at long last (and also a wife--I'm number three--who understands his longing to connect with men). Irwin, thank you for writing your book. Margaret Mandell, author of And Always One More Time: A Memoir (actually, a love story about two extraordinary men who never could have met but who dwell in adjoining chambers in my heart).
There is a Pin Oak in Central Park that I have always loved. Fran and I passed it every time we crossed the park for her chemo treatments. We took a taxi home.
In Spring it’s always the first to bud. Bright green affirmations.
In Winter, holds onto its copper leaves longer than any other.
I would point it out to Fran each time hoping she would hold on. Now I have to teach myself to let go.
I already was an Irwin Epstein fan ... and now even more so. Love this!
Thank you Jeanne. The appreciation is mutual though the setting couldn’t be more different.
Hi Irwin! In my 74 years of life I never appreciated until now, having married John after losing my beloved husband of 45 years, how not just precious, but truly life-sustaining male (man to man) friendships are. John and I just moved to a CCRC where he and a small group of 80- and 90-year old men gather in sanctuary from hundreds of widowed women, clinging to one another as if to a life raft. Sometimes I'll sit with them, join in the conversation, and then know exactly when to recede, remain silent, as they bond with one another. John never had this with his father who had a forced stoicism and eschewed any and all displays of affection or emotion; then John's only male sibling died at age 24. I think John has been searching for this brother all his adult life. I think he's found brothers at long last (and also a wife--I'm number three--who understands his longing to connect with men). Irwin, thank you for writing your book. Margaret Mandell, author of And Always One More Time: A Memoir (actually, a love story about two extraordinary men who never could have met but who dwell in adjoining chambers in my heart).
What a lovely thought and how lucky you are. A saying I recall from my Brooklyn childhood was “I should be so lucky”. Thank you.
What a delightful interview! Not bad for 86 indeed!
Thank you Cindy.
There is a Pin Oak in Central Park that I have always loved. Fran and I passed it every time we crossed the park for her chemo treatments. We took a taxi home.
In Spring it’s always the first to bud. Bright green affirmations.
In Winter, holds onto its copper leaves longer than any other.
I would point it out to Fran each time hoping she would hold on. Now I have to teach myself to let go.
I'm just thrilled that I can call Irwin my friend, even though he's a snarky bastid.
Jaysus on a bicycle Timmy it’s “bastard”. ❤️
Wonderful interview. I want to read his latest book.
Easy-peasy—buy it. The next one will take awhile. 🤷🏽