Suprise Me

...And there she was, encamped in the front reading room, chatting and smoking.  My heart did a little dance. My eyes blinked from surprise and relief, to see her again. She seemed spot-lit and radiant as I slow-walked past her, urging myself to stop, but not stopping.  Read More

“Que lastima,” says a delicate-featured little girl. What a pity. Read More

The desire and frustration built up Read More

My father employed the same grilling method as every other suburban Michigan father in the ‘50s: incineration. Read More

Remember how, in her 70s, she walked four extra blocks in a snowstorm to save a few pennies on toilet paper? Read More

I am lucky to live in Newton, which is a very progressive city of about 200,000 people. They have good schools and services. They began a curbside recycling program of newsprint in 1971, just a year after the first Earth Day, followed in 1975 by adding glass and cans to their bi-monthly curbside pick-ups. That… Read More

Exploring the unexpected. Read More

I still have her pictures somewhere on my phone, but more importantly, I have the memory of sharing those wonderful summer days in the Rose Garden. Read More

There is something liberating about a “date” when, from the outset, both know that there can be no future. Read More

The timing of a mistaken announcement, confusion at a checkpoint, and the will of a people to seek freedom spelled the end of the Berlin Wall. Read More