Among my friends and the distaff side of my family are many very accomplished women – doctors, nurses and therapists, a pharmacist and a research scientist, lawyers, two judges and a diplomat, a film editor, a TV producer and a theatrical director, several writers and artists, and a publisher and two poets. Also among them… Read More

My uncle Milton wasn’t exactly a hardened criminal,  but the truth is he was once caught breaking and entering. Most of the time Milt was a mild-mannered, slightly absent-minded professor of chemistry at Smith College and lived with my aunt Roseanne in Northampton, Massachusetts in a wonderful Revolutionary-era house at the end of Poplar Hill… Read More

Try as I might, in my seven decades – most of which were lived in New York City of all places – I can’t remember being the victim of any shady deals or crooked schemes. I never shot craps in Vegas nor have I even been to Foxwoods. I was never conned in a dark… Read More

As this week’s prompt is Writers Choice I’ve chosen to write about writing!  Here’s a piece entitled Why I Blog that I originally posted several years ago on my own blog World Thru Brown Eyes. It could well be entitled Why I Write for MyRetrospect! One evening over a year ago, with no forethought that… Read More

When my maternity leave came to an end and I was ready to go back to my teaching job, we knew we needed a nanny for our two-year old. Mary Rambatt had cleaned house for us weekly for years and we asked if she could care for Noah while I was at school.  Mary loved… Read More

When our son Noah was very young we spent several summers in the Hamptons in a rented house a short drive from both the beach and the town. One summer my husband Danny invited his business colleague Stan to join us for a weekend with his wife Lynn and their two sons. Noah was about… Read More

Somewhere among all the art work, photos,  and birthday cards I’ve saved over the years are a few sheets of drawing paper with crayoned sketches,  fastened together with string to make a little book – a precious  piece of memorabilia from my son’s childhood. Noah must have been about four when we took him on… Read More

When I was a child my grandmother owned a small  hotel in the Catskills.  It was there I spent idyllic summers until I was 11 and she could no longer run the hotel and it was sold. My father worked in the city during the week and would drive up to join us on the… Read More

Not quite a road rage tale,  but one that could have been! When my husband turned 60 he bought himself a birthday present – a light green Ford Thunderbird convertible.  Needless to say he loves that car,  and although I’d always thought of cars as basic transportation,  I must confess I love that T-bird too!… Read More