Suprise Me

Joe's hat sported not only a Nixon-Agnew campaign button but, beside it, a Goldwater button from four years earlier. Read More

When I think of social media, the first thing I think of is Facebook. For me, Facebook was always about sharing pictures and bits of news with family and friends who are scattered around the world. Now, in addition, it involves sharing links to articles about the current terrifying political situation. I have never considered… Read More

New Leaf Over the years we’ve thrown some big milestone parties –  for my husband Danny’s 30th birthday, our 25th anniversary,   Danny’s 60th at Yankee Stadium,  two big housewarmings,  my retirement,  my 70th,  and of course our son Noah’s bar mitzvah.  (See Ghostwriting in the Family) Then a few years ago on a glorious… Read More

There was a time when I unleashed my creativity and started making stuff cause what I wanted to wear was not available in stores. It caused me to dabble in all sorts of crafts. For starters there was leatherwork.There’s a certain confidence gained when you make your own shoes. Just get some materials, trace your… Read More

Mainly I remember my mother’s closet as a great place to play hide and seek. It was a big walk-in closet shaped like an L, so you could go around the corner to hide and a seeker might just look in the doorway and not see you. There was also a little door that led… Read More

It is said that a predictor of happiness and longevity as we age is maintaining strong friendships. Read More

I am not a big fan of Valentine’s Day, a holiday that creates such high expectations that one is almost bound to be disappointed. Read More

Recently, a flurry of studies, books, anecdotes, and urban legends claim that swearing is a sign of authenticity, honesty, and even intelligence. I don’t know. In most instances, I find that swearwords, used judiciously and with the all-important element of timing can be expressive and effective. I don’t recall when I began swearing, but it… Read More

Mother was very insecure and depressed. She didn’t like to cook, had a maid for much her of life, didn’t know how to do laundry or iron, wasn’t good at domestic chores. She got by. Her entire life, she never drove on a highway. She didn’t like her own looks and projected that displeasure and… Read More

The cops stared, open-mouthed, at three 40-something bearded men and the motley trio of cars. Read More