Suprise Me

But wait, there's more detritus; calculators, voice recorders, and an electronic dictionary. Read More

Growing up Thanksgiving meant dinner with two parents five of us kids three grandparents one aunt one uncle one cousin one great uncle one great grandmother  laughing loving kissing hugging drinking thanking jabbering gobbling  spilling over, no distance between us.   Now comes Covid rising with masks and elbow bumps  six feet here six feet there sanitizer… Read More

Mother and Child,  Mary Cassatt 1897 Going Back to Work I was working as a high school librarian,   with an easy 20 minute highway commute,  when I discovered  I was pregnant.   I happily applied for a maternity leave and told my principal I’d be leaving a week or two before my mid-March due… Read More

My mom’s trauma was real. To her Read More

Elliptical Intentions Surely the priciest purchases we’ve made were our city coop and our house in the country,  and we’ve been enjoying both for years with no buyer’s remorse. But those aside,  one big expenditure we made that I do regret is the large elliptical exercise machine that’s been taking up space in our apartment.… Read More

I refused to watch the previous inauguration, More accurately called the abomination, But teary-eyed in hopeful celebration, I watched this one with at least half the nation.   Don’t get me wrong, I am all for Joe, But if you ask almost anyone, the women stole the show. Not just the performances of Lady Gaga… Read More

I have done a lot of volunteer work in the last 32 years, since retiring from paid employment. I divide that work into two categories: working on behalf of places that benefit my children and giving back to places that helped me become the person I am. I grew up in a household where my… Read More

Though he is five years my elder, my brother and I have always been close. He is super-smart and he did help me with some homework when I was a kid and looked to him for guidance. He left for Brandeis as I began 8th grade. My mother’s sisters predicted that I would flunk out… Read More

Hair has power.  My father knew that, which is why he shaved us skull-tight once a week, leaving him with the controlling interest.  Yet he was bald, which didn’t make sense. Regardless, by third grade, the year I started hitting on women, he let us grow our hair out.  The power it gave me was … I… Read More

I wish our country’s leadership and values embodied less of Soupy Sales and more of Fred Rogers these days. Read More