Suprise Me

Ah, the New England Blizzard of 1978. A storm so legendary it should have its own theme song, sung by a baritone with a healthy dose of post-traumatic stress. You know, something like “The Snow Drifts Were High, the Power Was Out, and My Shovel Became My Best Friend (And It Judged Me Silently).” In… Read More

Hula hoops and Twiggy lashes, but not at the same time. Read More

"All I Have to Do is Dream," "Sweet Dreams are Made of This," "Dream Weaver," "Dream a Little Dream of Me," "The Impossible Dream". . . .  It seems that every songwriter has something to say about dreams. They have all been running on a loop in my brain this week. Read More

You do know how to whistle, don't you? You just put your lips together and blow. Read More

The traffic going into London for the morning commute is insane.  The roads in London are impossible (and no GPS then).  Finding the cute little hotel in the Bloomsbury District would have been a challenge if we were awake and oriented; we were not.  Read More

For a time, I remain convinced that I am awake. Read More

"It's really a blast," I wrote in my travel diary. That was high praise in 1966. Read More

In no particular order: Schitt’s Creek (laugh riot) Sanditon (disappointing) The Life Ahead Defending Jacob (shot locally around Boston) The Morning Show Never Have I Ever (hats off to Suzy’s son) Hamilton (better than live) The Queen’s Gambit (totally engaging, a true binge) The Crown (4th season, bulimia reigns supreme) Broadchurch (Olivia Coleman, before she’s… Read More

Twenty-six miles across the sea Santa Catalina is a-waitin’ for me, Santa Catalina, the island of romance, romance, romance, romance. We got married in March, and the big honeymoon we planned was a trip to Kenya on a photo safari with an adventure travel company, plus an additional week in the Seychelle Islands, because my… Read More

Outside my bay window I can see a parade of saris, hijabs, turbans, baseball caps, blue jeans, you name it. Read More