Suprise Me

I met my second husband, Ken, in the summer of ’92. Shortly after we met, we went to a wedding where I remember dancing to this song, ubiquitous at the time. As soon as I saw the prompt, I thought of it…it reminds me of him in the very nicest way. There was a full… Read More

Over the years, we've chatted about spouses, and more recently, aging parents. Philip knows me well ... Read More

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The fire was blowing along the ridgeline in our direction.  Trees were candling—igniting and throwing off firebrands--burning hunks of wood. Now the fire had jumped the vast concrete firebreak of Hwy 24 into the Oakland Hills.  Read More

I wish our country’s leadership and values embodied less of Soupy Sales and more of Fred Rogers these days. Read More

How did our prescient moderators know that the title of this week’s Book Review section of the New York Times would be “Beach Reads”? Read More

Family legend has it that my dad fully expected me, his second daughter, to be a son.  I imagine him pacing in the waiting room in the maternity ward, punching his fist in a glove, thinking about the times he’d play catch in the backyard and discuss the finer points of the game with a… Read More

We could hear dull, throaty roars in the distance.  We were more than happy, thank you very much Mr. Guard, to be accompanied across the field.  Would they be willing to have us take their picture the next day, once there was light, if we gave them a copy?  Indeed, they would. Read More

I was gifted an unsafe, flimsy, and frankly ugly aluminum highchair purchased with green stamps. Read More

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