Suprise Me

The storms began as I left her house with her kiss still on my lips, and grew in ferocity as I drove south along the Turnpike. Read More

I gasped when I realized that I was the perfect target for a workplace bully--a textbook case. Read More

Getting Lost I must admit I have a poor sense of direction,  but luckily my husband has a very good one,  and he seldom gets us lost.   And on the rare occasions we do get lost,  he’s willing to stop and ask directions,  unlike my rather stubborn father.  (See 17 Gas Stations) But I… Read More

There were two times, one in the '60s and one in the '70s, when something changed my life dramatically, Read More

My friend Hirth died five years ago, today. I don't think he'll mind if I bring that up. Whatever I did, he was down with it; whatever he did, I was down with him. Read More

My father and I were crazy about dogs. My mother was terrified of them. All my lobbying fell on deaf ears for years. Finally, my brother was off to college and I was a lonely 14 year old. Evidently, my mother had had an interesting discussion with an aunt while I was at school one… Read More

Perhaps many who engage in dog rescue affirmatively choose to do so. Others, like my ex-wife Laura and me, just stumble into it. Read More

Each child was my child. Read More

My parents choreograph this family tableau to imbue my brothers and me with the holiday spirit -- to allow the aluminum Christmas tree to work its cunning magic. But instead of awe and delight, we feel nothing. Read More

My Brown-Eyed Girl I wear reading glasses, and have had the requisite cataract surgeries,   yet over the years I haven’t given much thought to my eyeglasses or to my changing vision.   But I have thought about the color of my eyes. In Rogers and Hammerstein’s musical masterpiece Carousel, the carnival barker Billy Bigelow soliloquizes about… Read More