Suprise Me

My excuse is that I was five or six years old. Read More

I am not organized, and I have no particular desire to be. You can figure this out as soon as you walk into my house. Well, sometimes the downstairs looks organized, because we scoop everything up and take it upstairs if we know we are having company. This leads to some chaos in the upstairs… Read More

This is how it started.  I asked him to write down the lyrics to “Both Sides Now” for me.  We were both seniors in high school, hanging out in the same circle of hippie wannabe ne’er do-wells. The song was on the radio all the time and I wanted to learn the words. I knew… Read More

Catskill Farm Memories My father was born on a farm that bordered a small lake in the Catskill town of Liberty,  NY.  Years later his folks added an addition to what had been their farmhouse and began taking in boarders who came up from the city seeking the country air.   And eventually my grandparents… Read More

Baking Digger bread had only one stipulation — you had to give it away for free. Read More

I don’t believe either of us campaigned on any issues, stands, or ideas. I do remember some of my slogans. Read More

From the vantage point of 50 years, I can say that Bob and I were a good couple. We had great chemistry; I have learned that having such “chemistry” and remaining intellectually interesting to one another are motivating factors for me. We had fun together, learned songs and sang together. But I was congenitally insecure.… Read More

Who are you? Is the you you think you know authentic? Do you examine who you are, the portrait you portray, the person we’ve all come to know and believe it’s you?   Can you fly yet?   Does your consciousness expand on every level? Can you slither through solid walls manipulating your molecules? Can… Read More

I lived in my first — and only — apartment building the summer after my sophomore year of college. I had snagged a great summer job working for Houghton Mifflin Publishing Co. in Boston. My dear friend Kit, who was part of my Comstock Hall crowd, had a job as a research assistant for a… Read More

Attacking the blank page in the early-morning hours can give us more of a chance of winning the battle of writing. Read More