Suprise Me

When I think of photo booths, I think of freaking out in an MRI tube. Read More

This pair has been my guilty pleasure ever since ... Read More

Munro – Germany 1945  Munro Our son’s middle name is Munro.  It’s a Scottish name and a bit unusual for an American kid,  but it’s in keeping with the Jewish tradition of naming a child for someone beloved who has passed away.  In fact the Munro we knew had been a mentor to my husband… Read More

The point of all this sad history is to reflect on what happened this weekend, when my 20-year old son asked me to help him with his ballot, and I said "sure." Read More

The summer of 1961, the place—the Federal Justice Building in Connecticut, the courtroom for hearings before the Selective Service hearing officer, me. By refusing to accept the legitimacy of the draft, I received a federal order to appear before a judge who would accept my refusal or punish me with a two-year prison sentence for… Read More

Risking covid to save the nation. Wish me luck! Read More

The sign went up today....For Sale Read More

I always had a sense of something missing, of being on the outside of myself. Read More

I am not organized, and I have no particular desire to be. You can figure this out as soon as you walk into my house. Well, sometimes the downstairs looks organized, because we scoop everything up and take it upstairs if we know we are having company. This leads to some chaos in the upstairs… Read More

Funerals were forbidden when I was growing up. They were mysterious events my parents attended with other adults. My first introduction to this final rite of passage was my grandfather Philip Krut’s funeral on May 2, 1972. I was 26 years old and the mother of a one-year-old. Did I attend alone? Were my husband… Read More