Suprise Me

In 1967, I left my hometown in Michigan to move to Chicago with Fred, who would be starting medical school. Before I moved, I received several dire warnings from the women in my family. My great-aunt Sarah shared that she had read several cases in The Jewish Daily Forward’s “A Bintel Brief” about women who… Read More

We looked for two years. Did we want in-town, or in Katama, closer to the beach? Finally, we bid on and had an accepted offer on a house on Main Street across from the Old Whaling Church; a small cape, but we knew our architect, Patrick, with whom we’d worked since our first Back Bay… Read More

Call me ungrateful, but I lacked a plan for the balance of the dawn, or for the rest of my life which stretched before me like the enormous ocean, and I was alone. Read More

In the mid-1960s I went to a tony prep school in greater LA, now known as Harvard-Westlake, then simply Harvard School (no formal relation with Harvard U).  It was then boys-only.  The tradition was that the school got to send one boy per year to Harvard U.  I was not likely to be that boy,… Read More

I love this photo from a family trip in August 1957, where we are sitting in a carriage (not a surrey) with fringe on top. Read More

Bobby had the gift of empathy -- the ability to see the world through the eyes of the poor, the unrepresented. Whereas his opponent Eugene McCarthy was brilliant, professorial and cold, Bobby brought warmth, spontaneity and the charisma of a rock star. Read More

The Dinner Party I’ve written about my mother Jessie before and some of the things she’s told me – among them how to approach difficult tasks,  and how to rectify mistakes made – and I try to heed her words.   (See  My Game Mother, Elbow Grease   and Art Imitates Life) Jessie was a high school… Read More

We enjoyed watching gameshows in our household: “What’s My Line?”, “Truth or Consequences”, “Password”, and a few others, but none captured my heart like “Jeopardy”, the original one with Art Fleming as the host. I’d watch when I was home sick, which wasn’t too often. Still, I really enjoyed that show. My senior year at… Read More

Macy’s Parkchester,   circa 1960 Selling Pop-Its at Macys Like any red-blooded American girl when I was young I did my share of shopping.   Of course it was a simpler and more personal affair then –  no Amazon Prime or online shopping.  Instead we went shopping with our mothers or our girl friends who… Read More

A Woodstock participant reflects on the experience. Read More