Pickleball Hopeful When I started playing pickleball a few years ago I couldn’t quite explain why I found it so addictive.  (See Pickled!) Until then I’d been playing lackluster tennis with frustrating results.  (See Tennis Woes) Then I realized what it was – pickleball is much like tennis – except much more fun! The fastest… Read More

Me as Helen Morgan, 1964 Theater Dreams When I was very young my parents took me to see the original Broadway production of The King and I and I was spellbound.  I listened to the cast album for hours and I dreamed about growing up to be a famous actress. One of my adored great aunts… Read More

Smokey and the Screen Door Until she outgrew it,  my baby sister slept in a lovely little wooden cradle.   One morning my mother found our cat curled up in the cradle next to the sleeping baby. Not an animal lover herself,  my mother had tolerated pets in the house for our sake.  (See  The… Read More

Black Tie Optional As I’ve aged I’ve certainly gotten more forgetful,   but the truth is I’ve always suffered a bit from that condition.  In fact over the years there’ve been many times my forgetfulness had some unfortunate or embarrassing consequences.   One recent December it happened again after we got a wedding invitation from… Read More

Earlier, life seemed to be an endless acquisition of information and experience.  More and more stuffed into my brain.  At some point, that balance seems to have tipped into forgetting more than remembering. Read More

Here’s something else I do remember. In the movie GiGi, which I loved when I was when I was a pre-teen, Maurice Chevalier sang to Hermione Gingold, I Remember it Well. Read More

      Retrospect: Forgetting By Kevin J. W. Driscoll (c) 2024 I’ve lost my car and house keys more times than I can count. Once, I even forgot where I parked my car. It’s like my brain is a sieve, letting all the important stuff slip through while holding onto useless trivia like the… Read More

I’ve never liked to grocery shop. Though, I became a good cook and baker. Go figure. But to go grocery shopping variously? Count me in. Throw in some competition?  There’s no way I passing this opportunity up!  Maybe you remember, or can guess, what I’m talking about.  YES, it’s the show “The Super Market Sweep’. … Read More

Saturday Night at the Big Y When the lights went out in New York during the great northeast blackout of 1965,  I was browsing with a friend at Georg Jensen,  the upscale Madison Avenue silver shop.   Then all us shoppers held hands,  and in single file we groped our way out to the dark… Read More

Early Thanksgiving  This past November as I was preparing for Thanksgiving I thought about how we celebrated the holiday several years ago. That year as the November approached  I fretted over the many regrets I’d gotten in the past to my Thanksgiving invitations. One of my cousins and his family usually celebrated with his in-laws;… Read More