Suprise Me

We were basically "good kids" with no real criminal tendencies except a fondness for underage drinking. Read More

The Troubadour  I’ve written about my childhood summers at my grandmother’s small Catskill hotel.  (See My Game Mother and My Heart Remembers My Grandmother’s Hotel)  Here’s another memory. Once or twice every summer when I was very young,  an elderly man whom we called the Troubadour came to the hotel to spend an evening entertaining the guests… Read More

Did that woman know how her simple act of kindness turned our entire situation around? Read More

“Don’t sweat it,” I said. I couldn’t get the “brother” part out; it stuck in my craw. Read More

I’m writing this because somebody asked me about faith and I don’t have any. Read More

Sometimes the prize you seek is not the prize at all. Read More

I think it was my fourteenth birthday when my father bought me a transistor radio.  They were a wonder.  Mine was small enough to hold in a hand, with a little leatherette case and ear bud, from Japan. Read More

Monday, June 9, 2008. Kigali, the capital of Rwanda. I awake early and hear my hostess Shirley Randell swimming in her pool. The goat outside my window bleats. A bit later Shirley, dressed in the sari that’s her daily costume, is rushing off to work. I arrived yesterday, bleary and beat. Shirley was on the… Read More

But road rage has a way of sneaking up on you, and you’re embroiled in it before you have time to actually think. Read More

Before my children were born, they each received the classic Boston tale, “Make Way For Ducklings” as a gift. The book is so popular that in May, there is a Ducking Parade, (children dress up as ducklings) and retrace part of the duckling’s route through Beacon Hill to the safety of the Public Garden. Years… Read More