Suprise Me

Someone said “We need some music,” so I got up, stumbled dizzily to the nearby grand piano, and began to play the Copland. Read More

September 2, 1973 We began our honeymoon with an afterparty at a nearby restaurant. Several of our friends came along from the wedding; we shared some additional toasts at the bar before my brand-new husband and I drove to the airport to begin our long weekend away. Times being what they were, what with my… Read More

As far back as I can remember I dreamed of traveling. There were so many places I wished to see. The term “bucket list” had not yet even been thought of but had it been, I would have needed a “bucket wheelbarrow”. Over the years I have been blessed to have traveled to many places… Read More

I am heartbroken over how the pandemic impacted my grandchildren. What they lost can never be fixed. Read More

All That Jazz We both grew up in classical music-loving families,  and still keep our radio set to WQXR,  though admittedly we seldom go to classical concerts or opera.  And as children of the 50s we love rock & roll,  and doo wop, and folk and country,  and of course the Beatles and the Stones… Read More

Life as we know it has ground to a halt. This is the staycation from hell that no one planned or wanted. Read More

Like so many very shy youngsters, I was drawn to the theater at a young age as a way to hide myself by exploring other identities. Elaine Zeve, my dear second grade teacher, saw something in me and encouraged me to explore other characters to become more self-assured. This story will be a pictorial review of… Read More

Retrospective Faith.  Do I have any?  I’m not a believer in an afterlife. I don’t believe in answered prayers.  I don’t believe that there is a higher power looking out for my safety and general well-being.  I wasn’t born for a reason or as part of a plan. I tried for maybe sixty percent of… Read More

Smell is the sense most connected to our inner brains, to our memories and emotions Read More

Getting Woke My folks, and my uncles and aunts were always politically active and die-hard liberals ,  and as children my sister and I and our cousins were used to hearing political rhetoric around the dinner table. Yet despite that red diaper babyhood,  I was seemingly apolitical and remained so well into my own adulthood… Read More