Life After 60 Like most of us I’m sure my life has had many turning points  – one certainly was leaving home after college,  another my first job.  And then marriage,  and parenthood,  and that three ring circus as a working woman/wife/mother! And then in my early 60s I retired after my long career as… Read More

I had already reasoned out that, looking at the evidence, there was no way that Santa could make it to all the boys and girls around the world in one night, not to mention the chimney issue or the problematic Easter Bunny and Tooth Fairy visits.  Read More

I experienced an epiphany, in the James Joycean sense. Read More

Life before my Great Sock Liberation Day, as I call it with a yawn-inducing lack of drama, was a symphony of socks: cotton, wool, nylon, ankle, crew, knee-high – they were, as the Old Testament might say ‘a plague upon my house’. Every morning for me was a ballet of fumbling and frustration, battling those… Read More

We understood we were trespassing. But we figured that folks who lived in a region like this must do this all the time, right? Just drive up and take a quick dip? Read More

The Jane Addams HS boys basketball team with Coach Jon Ostrow (Ozzie) in the blue shirt. A Favor for the Coach I’ve shared many memories of my years working at Jane Addams HS.   (See Magazines for the Principal , The Diary of a Young Girl,  Going Back to Work , Mr October  and The Parking Lot… Read More

Telegraph Avenue.  Wonderful!  Full of cheap eats, head shops, bookstores, hippies and students and life.  Read More

Aristotle? Bible? “Ideal man”? Mit-what-zah? Sounds like a fancy way of saying “make your own bed” to me. But apparently, doing stuff for other people is supposed to be some grand declaration of inner beauty. Let’s be honest, though, favors are a minefield. A social tightrope where good intentions trip over awkward silences and unspoken… Read More

She had been taken to the ER after attempting suicide, and would be in there for some days. Would we take care of her dog? Read More

We spotted three girls across the street. When they saw us they giggled, whispered among themselves, and waved shyly. Read More