Suprise Me

Summers on Martha’s Vineyard start slow, pick up steam, then fly by. The third week in August has a particularly frantic pace, as the Agricultural Fair runs Thursday-Sunday of that week, with a carnival side-show, all sorts of animal displays, judging other displays within the Agricultural Hall; photos, crafts, giant pumpkins, everything from across the… Read More

  I’ve always had lousy feet. As a child I had to wear “orthopedic shoes” with arch support in them (saddle shoes in the summer, some black velveteen things in the winter, but always heavy, laced up shoes). Never sneakers, never sandals. Not enough support. I rebelled in 6th grade, while my mother was in… Read More

I first saw this photo after my mother died. My oldest sister, who is the repository of all the family photos that my parents had (because she lived the closest), was scanning many pictures and emailing them to my other sister and me for use in the shiva-type services we were each having in our… Read More

In my hippie days I lived on a communal farm in Olympia, Washington. I, of all people, a city girl from New York, somehow got the job of planting and nursing the garden. Being a relatively cooperative sort, I didn’t argue, though I knew my hair would frizz in the damp air (my biggest concern… Read More

My history with computers, both plus and minus in my life and work Read More

Lessons from My Mother   My mother told me, Stay with your own kind. We Jews think alike; we’re all of one mind. But those limitations I could not abide. I had my own values; I had my pride.   So among the many choices of Jews in town, a Catholic and Protestant is what… Read More

Although there are jingles and slogans in advertising today, I don't believe they are as memorable as the ones from our younger years. Read More

...we've built them into the very framework of what makes us the people we are. Read More

Who has time to be bored? I get lost in my thoughts, day dream, or fantasize; no time to be bored. My mind wanders back to a happy time that I want to re-live and cement in my memory. I will live it over and over. I will write something to a special friend, sometimes… Read More

I really do a lot of non-profit work and always have.  But, in many ways, I feel as if it was a non-choice given my upbringing. Read More