Suprise Me

I do have a sense of humor, but please don’t tease me or make me (or someone else because I’m an overly empathic person) the butt of a prank or practical joke. Read More

Whether Oscar Wilde or Chrissie Hind in “Message of Love,” said it, I have always found astronomy an escape into imagining the universe beyond our mortal realm.  I was able to get through physics and chemistry because of science teachers who truly loved their subject, but astronomy was the one that caught on for me.… Read More

Before I gave Gladys and Erv Pfau their first grandchild, of unknown sex (I was 32 years old, had been married to their oldest son for 11 years but was too young to have amniocentesis, so we didn’t know if we were having a boy or girl until the moment of delivery), they gave the… Read More

We welcomed a sexy teen to stay with us. Read More

You always see stories and comic strips about teenage boys eating refrigerators. I was a skinny teenage girl, and this is what I ate on any given day: 7 a.m. – Raisin Bran 10 a.m. – Frozen/thawed/reheated bean burrito from the snack shop at school 12 p.m. – Brown bag lunch by Mom: Two (2!)… Read More

... the odor of the cool ether hitting the back of my throat Read More

Most of the recipes from these $50 doorstops I will never attempt, but drooling over the descriptions and pictures will do just fine. Read More

Comedy, for me, is reified in the Animal Crackers scene when madcap Captain Spaulding (Groucho Marx) steps away from staid Mrs. Rittenhouse (Margaret Dumont) and  Mrs. Whitehead (Margaret Irving) saying: “Pardon me while I have a strange interlude.”  You know, recently I’ve favored cremation over burial, but burial’s preferable if I can have Groucho’s line carved… Read More

I keep stumbling over The edge of aging This wrinkled hand This creaking hinge This blank spot In the file cabinet That held the treasures And torments of a life A story That is still unfolding With a few missing Pieces   But relentless ticking And the sounding chimes Of a heedless clock A blur… Read More

The Play That Goes Wrong – sidesplitting. On the Aisle As a girl I dreamt of a life on the stage,  I acted in neighborhood and college theater, and spent a wonderful summer directing camp productions,  but alas I didn’t pursue that early dream.   (See Theater Dreams,  and Piano Man – Remembering Herb) But going to the… Read More