Suprise Me

Never underestimate the fortitude of a passionate, teenage survivor carrying the weight of her brothers and sisters on her narrow shoulders. Read More

One meal, though, stands out because I took pictures. Read More

I write because Suzy Underwood put out a plea to my college class listserv for stories about interviews, and I thought I had a good one. Read More

I made mental notes and subtle comparisons and contrasts between the Beatles, the Dave Clark 5, the Kinks, the Moody Blues, the Searchers, the Zombies. I Read More

We could get credit for the golden boulder—if we could somehow transport it to the assayer’s office without getting robbed. Read More

 I wrote a series of letters to my mother around Mother’s Day, ten years after her death: my attempt to get to a place of forgiveness.  Dear Mom, I guess we were a mismatch from the beginning. You wanted a boy; you got me: a scabby-kneed tree-climber, a girl who played with mud and tar… Read More

My father had just traded in his early ’50s Cadillac for a brand new 1960 Chrysler Imperial, like the beauty in the featured image. Read More

With three kids, four beds to make, and seemingly endless piles of towels to wash and dry, laundry “day” happened several times a week. Wash, dry, fold, put away was my mantra. Read More

The Purloined Passport I pride myself on being organized,  in fact organizing became my second career!   (See Second Career) And altho I would tell my organizing clients to keep important documents in a desk or file cabinet,  for some reason I always kept my own passport in my dresser drawer. Several years ago our… Read More

"When I was seven years old I took painting lessons in the French Quarter of New Orleans. Read More