Suprise Me

I still have a pang in my gut crossing any border, even when it should be benign.  Anything could happen in that liminal area. Read More

This isn’t about my fame or lack of it. This is about secondhand fame. To be precise, this is about my father’s famous friend: Carol Channing. My dad grew up in San Francisco, and as a precursor to his eventual career as a drama teacher, he got involved in theater during his high school years.… Read More

When I was a young woman, my mom told me about a beautiful lace tablecloth that had been given to her by my great aunt and great uncle, who had bought somewhere in Europe in the 1930s. She said if I ever got married she would be thrilled if I had my wedding dress made from it. Read More

Suburbia and my mother were grooming me for my future occupation of Mom. Read More

Sixties and Seventies music is still the best! Read More

Imagine my shock as a kid when I saw my parents throw a set of luggage into the rising waters flooding our basement. Read More

Physical Education, or Gym as we called it, was by far my least favorite class in high school. First of all, we had to wear these horrible gymsuits, one-piece numbers that snapped up the front. They were hideous looking things, as you can see from the Featured Image. No girl looked good in them, no… Read More

What a strange and terrible time to feel at one with the universe. 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

Woodstock Sally and friends Read More