Suprise Me

If he wanted those cows milked, it was going to happen with the radio on. Read More

The Diary of a Young Girl Among my friends and the distaff side of my family are many very accomplished women – doctors, nurses and therapists, a pharmacist and a research scientist, lawyers, two judges and a diplomat, a film editor, a TV producer and a theatrical director, several writers and artists, and a publisher… Read More

Les Halles I went to Europe for the first time in the late 1960s with my husband Alan on a belated honeymoon.  We spent a few days in Copenhagen where we saw Victor Borge in concert in Tivoli Gardens.   And then a week in Paris where our hotel room reeked of garlic –  thanks,… Read More

Grandpa was taught "the 3 R's plus" ...the plus included Greek, Hebrew, Latin, and French. Read More

I began this story on Monday, November 7. Here was my first paragraph: I am starting to write this the night before the election. The anxiety and suspense are palpable. Perhaps by the time I finish it, we will have elected our first woman President. I then wrote a few paragraphs about the political views of my… Read More

        Retrospect: 1968 A year of upheaval, of protest, of a man landing on the moon. But let’s talk about the real drama: hair. The year was a mane-iacal frenzy. Hair grew longer, wilder, and more defiant with each passing month. It was as if the world was collectively saying, “Screw it,… Read More

I've always dreamed in color. Colors that I've never seen in nature appear in my dreams. Read More

I come from a long line of galoots. They began American life in 1849 as farmers in Pennsylvania. They fought on the Union side during our first Civil War and then headed west to Placerville, California, where my great-great grandfather, John established a frontier business as a harness maker and soon opened a boot shop.… Read More

4:20 PM central standard time. Darkness descends. No sunrise until 7:17. Dark dominates for fifteen hours. Pandemic fear grips me. More than 311,000 people dead. Isolation. Zooms — too many zooms. News — too much news. Books begun and abandoned. Sunday Times unfinished. Too cold to visit outside in Chicago. 34 degrees numbs fingers and… Read More

My parents bought the car in the fall of 1965. It was a 1966 model, and they custom-ordered it with all the features they (and I) wanted. I was 14 years old, a sophomore in high school, and the age to get a driver’s license in New Jersey was 17, so I clearly wasn’t going… Read More