Every Easter Sunday my mother dressed me, a Jewish child, in my best finery, fancy bonnet and all.  My older brother was discouraged from  going to  the local basketball court in his sweats and sneakers. The   unspoken message we were being taught was one of my mother’s cardinal rules of conduct called  a “shanda… Read More

I kiss my father's smiling face.  Such a brilliant mind trapped by dementia Read More

I loved live theater (and still do!).  I saw my first Broadway show at the age of 5 and was smitten.  I imagined that someday I would sing, dance and act my way to stardom.   Read More

 I don’t remember being jealous, but  I went  into  “mooching mode” by  watching other peoples’ televisions. Read More

...when we planned a trip to Southeast Asia after our double retirement from teaching, I took along  “The Lonely Planet”,  a guidebook for budget travelers and backpackers....wanting to relive our youthful adventures Read More

Sunday night, I could not figure out  a problem with my computer, so  I went into the den and asked my husband Lenny,  who was watching the Super Bowl, for a solution.   I started to carefully explain the situation , when  suddenly I realized that I was rambling on and conversing with myself.  “Can’t this wait until half-time?” Lenny asks.  I paused and mused……I was having a sports widow moment. Read More