Suprise Me

Stressed, unhappy parents create stressed, unhappy children. Read More

Martha Lupton Schneidewind was the name of my high school journalism teacher. A tall, birdlike woman, she wore wool suits and ladylike scarves and had a quick, scampering walk. She was kind, loquacious and, to my insensitive teenage self, amusingly absurd with her chirping voice and outdated phraseology. During the mid-1960s, teenage drug use was… Read More

You had to lie on your side make sure you were pointed down-grade. Read More

Each year a homemade card, each year a poem Read More

But in 1961 our family was headed for East Pakistan (now Bangladesh) for a two-year stint and I was now eleven-going-on-twelve.  For me, it was an escape into the unknown, a reprieve from the prospect of junior high, and I was certain that all my frames of reference would shift. Read More

First, I was saddened to read that JeanZ had passed. I was one of the early beta-testers of Restrospect, and I had many exchanges with her and others in that group. I haven’t posted in a long time. When I saw the membership was growing, I kind of dropped out believing that I had done… Read More

Our grungy basement was perfect for free play, a thing all kids need. Read More

In one of life’s ironies we moved to an even nicer part of town when my father fell ill. Our new house, set on a hill, had an enormous backyard and an adjoining wood lot wildly overgrown with flowering shrubs, abandoned rock gardens and a crumbling stone wall. One side was steeply graded and seemed… Read More

  I have never worn my “heart on my sleeve”. We’ve given a LOT of money in this campaign cycle, more than at any time in the past. We truly believe this IS the most important election of our lifetime. I have the date early voting starts for Massachusetts marked in my calendar, though my… Read More

I am not a big fan of Valentine’s Day, a holiday that creates such high expectations that one is almost bound to be disappointed. Read More