Patricia Bunin

Pasadena

Columnist and Author at Freelance

Columnist, Senior Moments @ Southern CA News Grp, Author Password: SeniorMoment, Creator https://t.co/IkItScDQGR

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Articles

Discovering a mother-daughter bond via a late-night email

4 days ago | sgvtribune.com | Patricia Bunin

Although this will be the second Mother’s Day we’ve spent together, Katelyn Watkins and I still haven’t figured out which one of us is the mother. Katelyn, my friend in the night, and I met several years ago at about 2:30 a.m. when I emailed a writing submission to TELEPHONE, an international arts project where she is an editor. Middle-of-the-night communiques are not unusual for me, but getting a response about 15 minutes later was a surprise. Who was this person who also wrote in the night?
Discovering a mother-daughter bond via a late-night email

4 days ago | dailybreeze.com | Patricia Bunin

Why Jack Kirby is one of the most important American artists of the past 100 years
Discovering a mother-daughter bond via a late-night email

4 days ago | pasadenastarnews.com | Patricia Bunin
To the very special reader who takes the newspaper from my driveway

1 week ago | sgvtribune.com | Patricia Bunin

To whoever is taking the Sunday newspaper from my driveway about once a month, we need to talk. I am home with a frightful flu, and it was raining today, so I dragged my weak self out of my new comfy bed, threw an old rain coat over my robe and trekked across the wet front lawn to retrieve my paper from the driveway. Only it was not there, again.
Senior Moments: I made my choice of bed, and now I get to lie in it

2 weeks ago | sgvtribune.com | Patricia Bunin

I was feeling a little giddy as I entered the mattress store. At this stage of my life, there are not that many things that I haven’t done alone, but buying a bed was one of them. I had assumed that the last bed my late husband and I bought together would be my, well, last bed. Then the fire and windstorm teamed up to change things. “You’ve been approved for a new bed,” my insurance adjuster told me after ascertaining possible damage to my old one.
Senior Moments: I made my choice of bed, and now I get to lie in it

2 weeks ago | pressenterprise.com | Patricia Bunin

Senior Moments: I made my choice of bed, and now I get to lie in it
Senior Moments: Letting my mind wander to where the sidewalk ends

3 weeks ago | sgvtribune.com | Patricia Bunin

What happens when the sidewalk ends? I was thinking about this as I sat on my front porch swing one afternoon during the week between Passover and Easter. Although it is a poetry book written for children, “Where the Sidewalk Ends” by Shel Silverstein offers insight for readers of any age. As I tried to remember the words of the book’s title poem, trucks filled with broken sidewalks and the burnt remains of homes and places of worship from the Eaton Fire could be heard all over the neighborhood.
How the kitten I smuggled home got turned into a dog

1 month ago | dailybreeze.com | Patricia Bunin

How the kitten I smuggled home got turned into a dog
How the kitten I smuggled home got turned into a dog

1 month ago | sgvtribune.com | Patricia Bunin

Metaphorically speaking, the cat turned into a dog. In last week’s column about my love of newspapers, I wrote that I had once smuggled home a kitten from day camp even though my mother was afraid of cats. A community of feline parents last no time in asking an important question. What happened to the kitty that I hid in a newspaper-lined box? Here’s the scoop:My mother, born and raised in a small apartment in the Bronx, didn’t know from house pets.
Read all all about it: Why my love of newspapers hasn’t waned

1 month ago | sacbee.com | Patricia Bunin |West Covina

Newspapers have beguiled me from an early age. The summer I smuggled a kitten home from day camp, even though I knew my mother was terrified of cats, I placed the gold and white kitty in a shoe box lined with newspaper and covered her with my camp T-shirt. With the kitten happily hidden in my bedroom closet, I liked thinking about her snuggled up in the news, surely a safe place.