Suprise Me

The One Who Got Away Like all red-bloodied,  pubescent American girls of the 50s I certainly did my share of dating. In junior high school we started to pair off and with little information and probably more mis-information about the birds and the bees,  we experimented.   (My cowardly parents,  rather than having that embarrassing… Read More

For my parents, the gender roles were clear. My mother was in charge of the house and the family, my father dealt with the outside world and earned the money to support us. He might have disagreed with some of the decisions she made regarding us kids, but he would have no more told her… Read More

Asking the right questions enables the client to reveal what they really need and to also guide staff to do the right work.   Read More

On My Honor I Will Try! I was never a Brownie – I don’t remember why,  I guess it was just another example of my parents’ negligence.  (See Tennis Woes) Instead,  when I was in 4th or 5th grade,   too old for Brownies,  they signed me up for Girl Scouts.   But most of… Read More

  Retrospect – The Pigeon War of 1952 By Kevin J. W. Driscoll (c) 2025 So, let me take you back to the bustling streets of Boston in 1952. My grandfather, a city boy through and through, loved to regale us with tales of his urban escapades. And none was more legendary than The Pigeon… Read More

Halfway up, I got stuck.  I couldn’t see how to get up or down, splayed across the cliff, hanging onto tiny stone ledge finger and toe holds. Read More

Turkey and Trimmings with Flu Shot My father’s been gone 20 years but lately I think about him more and more.  (See Saying Farewell to a Special Guy,   My Dad and the Word Processor) His birthday was November 26  and we’d  always celebrate it on Thanksgiving at my folks’ house,  with my aunts,  uncles… Read More

Dan and I started dating during my Junior year at Brandeis. He graduated that year, but lived locally, and would come by after dinner to spend the night. He always began phrases, “When we are married…” Finally I said, “Do you really think we’ll get married?” He responded affirmatively, so I said, “Why don’t you… Read More

difference between charm and charisma. Read More

It was lonely.  I suppose it was just adolescent agonizing over the search for independence and existential meaning, while simultaneously longing for acceptance and inclusion from kids my age. You know, the usual. Read More