Suprise Me

The Fortune Cookie Candidate  As the most important presidential race of our lifetime approaches,  and we hold our collective breath,  I remember another trying time and another election,   although one that was relatively angst-free. When I was an undergrad at NYU Heights in the early ‘60s I really threw myself into college life.  … Read More

What was it like for my neighbors to have an FBI agent knock on their doors in December 1970 and ask questions about me. Read More

My younger son was in nursery school at the time and his best buddy, Dugan, thought her name was “Fleabee”, to the amusement of us all. Read More

Joy and Addis  I’ve written about the memorable time in the early 1970s  when my husband Danny was working in London for a year and we lived in a rented flat in Chelsea off the Kings Road.   (See Laundry Day in London,  Kinky Boots,  Valentine’s Day in Foggytown ,  and Intro to Cookery) And I’ve… Read More

Joe's hat sported not only a Nixon-Agnew campaign button but, beside it, a Goldwater button from four years earlier. Read More

The Muslim staff that worked in our house protected the gardener and his Hindu family, temporary refugees in their own land. Read More

When I was fifteen and my brother 9, an event changed our motel karma from heaven to hell. Read More

You can learn a lot of things in scouting, and a few you just try to forget. Until it's time to shock your kids and grandkids. Read More

There's always the Google machine. Read More

In the years when I was growing up, which were the early years of television, my family watched a lot of TV together. My dad had his recliner, just like Archie Bunker, which no one else was allowed to sit in. My mom sat on one end of the sofa to his right, crocheting. The… Read More