And looking at how the dates fall I realize that it’s September 1979. Charlie was born Thursday September 27, 1979. Charlie and his mom came home from the hospital on Sunday the 30th. The day the picture was taken. Read More

(Mom) was drawn to challenging recipes.  With mixed results.  Her sardine pie became the stuff of family legend, firmly anchoring the bottom end of the results scale. Read More

Seems to me that Covid-19 has set the stage for the emergence of new superstitions. Read More

But getting back to fragrant flashbacks, while no such aromas come to mind, I can conjure tastes.  Read More

The first question is, “what if we’re wrong?”  The second, larger question is, “what if we can’t know?” Read More

But if one was the picture-perfect-postcard of a vacation the other was the photographic negative from which it was printed. Read More

First there was the retirement that wasn’t, observed by many, and then there was the retirement that “was”, observed by almost no one. And midway between them was a short-circuited retirement, a retirement that “wasn’t” also observed by almost no one. The end. Read More

I served a generous portion, grated sharp cheddar on top, and plunged my fork in to discover . . . chunky bean soup. Zero alarm. A fire retardant. Read More

My experience in returning to Lake Placid that late afternoon encapsulated the rightness of my choice. Read More

Remember “Eileen” from “You Made Me Love You” ( the Crush prompt)?  Read More