Suprise Me

One of the mothers made these costumes. Yes, I still have mine. Read More

Is this retirement? I ask. Nah. Read More

Some thirty years ago, I searched for a signature fragrance. My mother wore Chanel No. 5.  I wanted something more modern, subtle. I tried Ungaro, Issey Miyake, Creed (the scent of Jackie O and Princess Grace). All seemed too strong for me. I smelled something wonderful on a friend and inquired what she wore. Of… Read More

I like hats. Hats can provide protection, inspire intrigue, and serve as typical or atypical representations of a hat wearer’s persona. I don’t often wear hats. I don’t think I look good in most hats, and I never know where to put them down when I’m not in the immediate need of a hat. Today,… Read More

“Don’t sweat it,” I said. I couldn’t get the “brother” part out; it stuck in my craw. Read More

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

The driving age in NJ, where I grew up, was 17 for some reason, even though in almost every other state in the union it was 16. Read More

I guess a show that has been on the air for 49 years has to evolve, and each generation has its own concept of what is funny. Read More

My senior year in high school I took voice lessons from a former opera singer. One of the songs I worked on was “Pippa’s Song”, a Robert Browning poem set to music by British composer Ned Rorem. It is short but very difficult and VERY high in the soprano range. If you click on the… Read More

Oh joy! Oh f#ck! Oh crap! Sorry. Read More