Suprise Me

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My mother was the secretary for her ninth grade class. They graduated in 1953 in Newton, Massachusetts. By the time she and her friends had finished three years at Bigelow, the class had been together for three years. They knew each other well, having grown up together, many of them in the same elementary school… Read More

I worked for ASI for 3 1/2 years, selling video training and associated products to the tech industry. I was a top sales person, but being a professional woman in sales in 1981 was still a novelty. I had no background in software or business. A headhunter introduced me to the team at Management Decision… Read More

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When I was a senior in high school, my mother was balancing a full-time job as an assistant principal, being a mother to me, my 14-year-old brother, and my 4-year-old and 3-year-old sisters — and being the wife of a man who didn’t help out a lot. She is an amazing woman, my mother. But… Read More

I have never been on a diet. I don’t say this to brag, just stating a fact. I have no idea how many calories are in anything. I have never read a diet book or listened to a diet guru. I eat whatever I want to, and stop when I feel full. Yet I have… Read More

So it went for most of the night, and it was impossible to sleep. Instead of an ocean view room, we had an ocean. Read More

In the mid-1960s I went to a tony prep school in greater LA, now known as Harvard-Westlake, then simply Harvard School (no formal relation with Harvard U).  It was then boys-only.  The tradition was that the school got to send one boy per year to Harvard U.  I was not likely to be that boy,… Read More

Sadly, many people who need care and supervision end up as part of the homeless population living in the streets. Read More

Seeking motivation, the author opened his current lit file and scrolled past folder after folder, doc after doc. Jesus, he thought, this is one big pile of writing, all these little black characters wiggling across a white screen. He recognized travelogues from Cuba, some published, most not; sketched-out narrative postcards about growing up absurd in… Read More