In 1957,  travel overseas meant lots of shots for our whole family—Mom. Dad, and three children.  I was the middle child, age 6.   We had to go to a special clinic in downtown Lansing, and we children were promised we would be taken out to dinner if we “behaved”.  This would be a big deal… Read More

We had no details. Television? None in the house.  Radio?  I can’t recall.  And really, why should it be covered 24/7 in Botswana?  When you read about a disaster on the other side of the world, how many details do you hear?   Internet?  Smartphone? This was 1989.  Read More

In the darkness, find light Sun shines, laughter peals Watch again and again Read More

The Goops, they lick their fingers, And the Goops, they lick their knives; They spill their broth on the tablecloth, Oh, they lead disgusting lives! Read More

Somehow, we turned into a street and found ourselves in Old Dacca, where we clearly didn’t belong.  Read More

With apologies to Julie Andrews. Read More

Sally called me Cyd Charisse, but the hairdo was the only resemblance. Read More

In Canada, new programs were suddenly in place for the unemployed and businesses. Schools closed, gatherings were progressively smaller.  Everything was changed, reminding me that “normal” can dissipate overnight. I harbored a guilty thought—could world-on-pause be something good? Read More

Kids! Try this at home! Read More

I didn’t learn who McCarthy was until much later. And I know now why news is so important. Read More