Suprise Me

This ole house is afraid of thunder This ole house is afraid of storms This ole house just groans and trembles When the night wind flings its arms Lightning (and thunder) figure in two of my earliest memories — one that formed the foundation of my respect for the tough nature of my grandmother; the… Read More

British Summer Time I confess I’m rather chauvinistic about New York.   The city’s been my home pretty much all my life and I love the hustle and bustle,  the theater,  the 24/7 vibe,  the people-watching,  and I don’t even mind the noise and the traffic. Don’t get me wrong,  I love to travel and… Read More

...they didn’t request tapes or photos. Read More

I was 68 when my “write brain” took over. I have written over 800 stories and a book since I retired. While I don’t do brain games, my brain is far from idle. In fact, it may be a bit too busy. Read More

Before David had to devote his Tuesday and Thursday afternoons to Hebrew School, the Boston MFA offered a free art program for elementary school children several afternoons a week, open to all comers. We tried to go on Tuesdays as often as we could. It was funded by a foundation grant and was truly a… Read More

Kevin and Khati covered all my salient thoughts about meditation.  I meditated formally at the Shambala Tibetan Buddhist Sangha in Lexington, KY, and with yoga instructors over the years. I once visited the Furnace Mountain Zen Center in Clay City, KY.  The Center is gorgeous and located on a thousand acres of stunning foothills at… Read More

Cancel culture is the new form of pillorying. But instead of showing up in the town square, we in essence cancel our relationship with the alleged perpetrator — for our purposes here, the artist — ostracizing them as a way of extracting penance. Careers have been ruined by a tell-all documentary, fairly or not…because doesn’t… Read More

[T]he slack mainsheet clipped the corner of my eyeglasses . . . neatly somersaulting them off my face. And into the lake. Read More

Library Cookies Catching myself with my hand in the cookie jar the other day I found myself smiling at a sweet memory. I’ve written about my years as a high school librarian,  my colleague Ann,  and our boss Dorothy.  (See Dolly and Me at the DMV). In the back of that school library was our large,… Read More

I kept listening for the tick of the biological clock, but it never ticked. Read More