Suprise Me

One day, an odd-looking bus pulled up in my French Canadian ghetto, near the corner of Kinsley and Liberty streets...it was labelled "Bookmobile!" This was to be my weekly oasis, my ticket to reading freedom, for much of my childhood. Read More

A comforter Of mottled gray-black clouds To hide beneath. Read More

I told them I was only eight, but I promised the announcers that when I was older I would drink Stroh’s beer and use Speedway 79 gasoline. Read More

My dearest camp counselor wrote this to me in 1966: You call me friend, but do you realize how much the name implies? It means that down through the years, through sunshine and tears, There’s always someone standing by your heart. And I would have you know, where ever you may go, There’s always someone,… Read More

I have been told that I have the soul of a Borscht Belt comedian. Read More

She promised a $1 an hour and guaranteed 3 hours work each week. Read More

My history with computers, both plus and minus in my life and work Read More

In 1967, I was one year out of college and living in Berkeley. The new wild world was all around me–long hair on everyone, patchouli scent emanating from every doorway, student protests and sidewalk jewelry shops on Telegraph Avenue, and always in the background (sometimes the foreground), rock ‘n roll, sex, and drugs. I was thrilled… Read More

…the waves reaching up the beach and pulling my sleeping bag with me in it out to sea. Read More

Second Career – Home Organizer! I take little pride in my culinary skills,  am not a fashionista,  and may not be up on pop culture,  or as knowledgeable as I should be on world events,  but one thing I am is organized!  Yet over the years little did I know that after retirement organizing would… Read More