Suprise Me

I fear I’m talking about what we find on television to pass the time as we head into our ninth month of the pandemic. Read More

Another friend had a bumper sticker—“Live simply that others may simply live”—that still seems like good advice. Read More

Mother’s Day 1985,  Van Courtlandt Park After the lunch and the long-stemmed rose,  we stopped in the park for a catch.  My husband took the baseball gloves from the trunk of the car and tossed one to each of us. “Both of you spread out.”   he said,  and so obediently we each trotted across… Read More

I learned the most from my years of volunteering at a well-run school under the leadership of the man who became my mentor, Warren Cherry. Read More

Then came a series of questions about rock music, meant, I'm sure, to be my downfall. Read More

Captain Born in a small town in New York’s Catskill Mountains,  my father remembered dancing around a bonfire as a six-year-old to celebrate the 1918 armistice. Two decades later when the US entered WWII he enlisted in the Army as a newly minted physician.   Assigned to the Charleston,  SC  Port of Embarkation,  he was… Read More

Cousin Brucie never seemed angry at anyone. Read More

“I don’t know what you have experienced to make you “know” but I haven’t, so don’t give me that crap!” My husband was expressing his dismay over my encouragement to keep his heart open to the love that surrounded him, and to remember that the door to his heart opens from the inside. He is… Read More

I live on a cul-de-sac in the less extravagant environs of the HOLLYWOOD hills. Although the neighboring street rushes with traffic, our dead end remains quietly Mediterranean with its cypress trees and terra-cotta tiled roofs. In fact, the little street is so insignificant, we don’t have street-cleaning days, leaving only the 72-hour limit that applies… Read More

Or, more accurately: Time captured in a batch of letters. After my mother passed away in 2007, my sister and I found a stash of letters tucked away in my mom’s old cedar hope chest, along with some of what we assumed was her honeymoon lingerie. What a find! I’d forgotten about the letters, but… Read More