The Goops, they lick their fingers, And the Goops, they lick their knives; They spill their broth on the tablecloth, Oh, they lead disgusting lives! Read More

Somehow, we turned into a street and found ourselves in Old Dacca, where we clearly didn’t belong.  Read More

With apologies to Julie Andrews. Read More

Sally called me Cyd Charisse, but the hairdo was the only resemblance. Read More

In Canada, new programs were suddenly in place for the unemployed and businesses. Schools closed, gatherings were progressively smaller.  Everything was changed, reminding me that “normal” can dissipate overnight. I harbored a guilty thought—could world-on-pause be something good? Read More

Kids! Try this at home! Read More

I didn’t learn who McCarthy was until much later. And I know now why news is so important. Read More

Now that decision seems pre-ordained and perfect, as life never is--but it is for me. Read More

I don’t think the memory of that ever left her, written wordlessly in a scar on her heart. Read More

I just did an inventory:  81. Read More