Carol Cott Gross is a writer/lecturer whose writing has appeared in The New York Times, Newsday, NPR, the Miami Herald, Sun Sentinel and Jewish publications. For 35 years, Carol directed Fly Without Fear at NYC airports which was the first program founded by her dad in 1969 to help folks who were plane scared and help his own flight fright. Carol has spoken at colleges, libraries, Jewish organizations, been on TV and radio dispensing advice on controlling travel related fears, she's been featured in the prestigious column in The Times "public lives." Carol is writing "My Fright Is Not Boarding" a combo of memoir, self-help with a sense of humor about Carol's phobias and superstitions.
Like Cinderella's, my curfew was midnight. If I wasn't back in my Queens bedroom when the clock struck 12, my boyfriend’s sports car would turn into a pumpkin but my fun summer would turn…bleak. I was 17, my boyfriend was 18, and the year was 1959. We were allegedly going to a local movie, sure to be home on time. Instead, armed with fake proof, we headed for the Big Apple, and the legendary jazz club Birdland, named for Charlie The Bird Parker saxophonist and father of Bebop.… >> Read More
"Carol when the time comes, remember what I told you: Your mother won't be buried in a shroud."
From experience, when my mom referred to herself as "your mother," I knew I’d better listen up.…We had just left an attorney's office where my mom had signed her end of life directives: no feeding tubes, no ventilators, heroics, and Do Not Resuscitate orders. The day before, I was holding my mom's hand when her doctor gave her a harsh double diagnosis, breast cancer and Alzheimer's. My mom’s initial reaction to… >> Read More
When I got my period for the first time, I was prepared—a nurse had come to my Girl Scout meeting months before to show us a film and give us pads for when our "friend" arrived. But I wasn't ready…for the slap-happy reaction I got from my grandmothers and mother when they heard my news. I remember washing my stained underwear, on that first day, putting on a pad and needing to talk to my mom who was out shopping. I lived in a three-family house packed with four generations. My grandma Tillie was… >> Read More