Suprise Me

It’s easy to laugh about senior moments when your parents lived long lives with their faculties intact. Not so easy for my friend whose mother and uncles all developed Alzheimer’s. Read More

My oldest sister went off to Radcliffe College in September 1962, just as I started seventh grade. I was fascinated with Radcliffe – the apple trees with circular benches around them in Radcliffe Yard, the nine old homey-looking brick dorms around the lush green Quad – and with the bustling Harvard Square area. It seemed… Read More

Television came to our house late in the form of a used 10-inch Motorola with a cabinet as big as the Ritz. Sunday night was family night. Except for dinner, we weren’t big on family rituals but Sunday night was an exception. I’d be called inside to watch “The Ed Sullivan Show” (with varied interest… Read More

The town has held onto shopping local mostly due to geography and history that are conducive to isolation without hardship. Read More

I spend time inundated by regret. I spend = and opposite time beset by anticipatory dread, a phrase taught me by JE. I am happy to be free of JE. I sadly miss JE. Freedom. Loss. Regret for the past, dread for the future. But wait! I can be here now. Zip! No regrets. No… Read More

The room froze, and I immediately realized that I'd said something that was taken in a way I didn't mean. Read More

When my life collapsed and I had nowhere to go, guess who was the first to offer to let me live in his house with his family? Read More

Neither the nondescript stores and the black wilderness of the Meadowlands on one side, nor the dark cemetery dotted with barely visible white tombstones on the other, gave me any assistance. Read More

When I looked out the front door, I saw a hip-deep lake where my yard had been ... Read More

Grace's bugle will shatter the silent spring with piercing streams of silver. Four notes will hold up the sky while they echo through the cemetery, layered like too many tears on a little girl’s cheek. Read More