Suprise Me

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

Death is an impenetrable wall.  I can etch messages into my side of it, yearning, regretting, remembering with exquisite fondness her smile... Read More

When I graduated high school in 1974, I was a bit of an arrogant little shit. Read More

Let us set aside the mechanical act of moving the clock hands forward, and think instead on the clock's underlying  connection to the seasonal changes in our natural world... Read More

Each child was my child. Read More

Is an ancestor's portrait classy, or just pretentious? Read More

So-so actress; better stage manager. Didn’t have the drive or thick enough skin to go to New York and try for Broadway; married at 21. Took a crummy job doing data entry. Sang while I key-punched. While eavesdropping on the salesman in the office next door I had an epiphany – I could do this! Took… Read More

Things eventually calmed down ... but the next year I did not enter the football pool. Football was not yet a woman's domain. Read More

I had the IUD inserted just before coming home for spring break my junior year at Brandeis. It was a Dalkon Shield and not really meant for young women like myself. I lay in bed for the rest of that day, bleeding and in pain. In fact, I bled for a long time after. I… Read More

I was raised by a proud FDR Democrat, so it was only natural that I would become a liberal Democrat myself. Even at a young age, before I entirely understood politics, I was a Kennedy fan and supporter. (The title was his campaign slogan.) In elementary school, we came home for lunch. I remember watching… Read More