Suprise Me

I had to pass the test, because I had a date that night with my girlfriend and needed to drive! Read More

Facial expressions, body language, joviality, and many gestures can go a long way. 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

If I get the chance, I intend to write more specifically about my own friendships later — including my side of one of the previously written about friendships (though I couldn’t have said it any better, and feel exactly the same).  But I first wanted to publish my somewhat quirky take on the permanence (or not) of friendships, It… Read More

We are lucky to own a home on Martha’s Vineyard. This paradise island, 7 miles off the coast of Massachusetts, has been settled since the early 1600s, and been a vacation destination since the 1800s. Comprised of six distinct towns, we own a historic colonial, the Holmes Coffin House, built in 1829 in the village… Read More

We looked at Jupiter and its moons just before it set. Read More

My brother, five years my elder, and I, were remarkably well-behaved children. He was quite passive, liked to read, listen to classical music and watch “The Mickey Mouse Club” on TV. I was a little more obstreperous, but still knew how to mind my manners. I just wanted attention. Our mother was always frazzled, our… Read More

Then, socially awkward teen. Now, once in a while I don’t feel socially awkward for a minute but then put my foot in my mouth and chew vigorously, or realize just seconds too late that, yes, that was yet another party foul. All too easy to revert to form and that socially awkward teen mode.… Read More

All three of my children lived and travelled many places during their childhoods.  Sometimes they travelled with us sometimes on their own, going with groups or clubs they joined.  Lately I’ve been writing about the oldest boy, who was a born trickster who was born with a smile on his face and cooing sounds that… Read More

In the summer of 1965 I decided I wanted to learn how to play the guitar. I was turning 14 at the end of the summer, and it was my second year at a leftist work camp called Lincoln Farm. One of my favorite aspects of camp was the singing we did — at campfires,… Read More