Suprise Me

Suburbia and my mother were grooming me for my future occupation of Mom. Read More

When the dial-up age of the Internet morphed into the Wi-Fi age, most of us breathed a huge sigh of relief. Read More

My struggles with spelling. Included are my early problems and a reflection on the possible reasons for my poor spelling. Read More

Years ago, we attended a fundraiser for affordable housing (an ongoing dilemma) on Martha’s Vineyard. The evening began with a reception on a large property where the Clintons had stayed while he was still in office, then fanned out to smaller parties across the island for special dinners and entertainment. We attended a “magic” party…we… Read More

Fluffy and the Alligator Shoes The house I grew up in had many lovely architectural features – a fireplace,  a lovely stairwell,  and a beautiful oval stained glass window that was in my mother’s closet. I loved sitting in that closet.  It was a cozy and private place for a child to play,  and the light… Read More

Eva Le Gallienne as Peter Pan 1928 ”Do you believe in fairies?” When my mother was young her parents took her to Broadway to see Peter Pan,  the title role played by the actress Eva Le Gallienne who famously flew on wires over the heads of the audience. The London-born Le G as she was called,… Read More

Passed Out in the Library The last thing I remember was locking the door of the high school library at the end of the day.  And then inexplicably I found myself seated at my desk, confused,  and with an aching head. I had no memory of walking back to my office and sitting down at… Read More

Except for a couple of easy day hikes in the wilds of New Jersey with the Scouts, I’d done practically no hiking at all. Read More

The artist in her studio,  Goshen,  CT Danielle Mailer,  Artist Extraordinaire I love art but I don’t think of myself as a real collector,  although I do have three Danielle Mailers! Several years ago we were invited to an auction fundraiser by our friend H.  At the time he was director of Wellspring,  a residential… Read More

I liked the old fisherman from the beginning.  He sits comfortably on a body-contoured stump, exuding patience and serenity, lightly holding his fishing pole.  His jug is alongside (maybe for fish storage, maybe for refreshment). He wears leather strapped sandals, a broad sun hat, and a flowing green and blue robe.  His white beard and hair suggest the wisdom of age. He is contemplative, certainly in no hurry.  He may be surprised that his serenity has been interrupted by the arrival of the fish.  Read More