Suprise Me

The president of the fair was a local fixture, Bligh Dodds . . . and he was straight out of Sinclair Lewis. Read More

I haven’t written here for a long time, but I couldn’t resist penning my memories of trips to Jones Beach in the 1950s. Excitement mounted when mom informed me and my little brother that we were going to the beach. We ran around in circles, chasing each other and laughing, til Dad yelled at us… Read More

I’ve never considered myself much of a binger. Unless, of course, you’re referring to my addiction to very dark, bittersweet chocolate. Or to Hagan Daz Belgian chocolate or coffee ice cream. I guess you could call me a binger if you put a quart of that in front of me with a spoon. My ice… Read More

I was incredibly nervous, never having taught anything, let alone ESL, before. Read More

Ferdando’s Fritattas When my son Noah was in high school the headmaster announced the school would be participating in an exchange program with 20 students from Spain.  The Spanish kids would come to New York for a month,  and at a later date our students would go to Spain.  Families were asked to host and… Read More

This was in late 1972, when recycling of glass had just become a thing, and we wanted to do our part. Read More

Pickleball Hopeful When I started playing pickleball a few years ago I couldn’t quite explain why I found it so addictive.  (See Pickled!) Until then I’d been playing lackluster tennis with frustrating results.  (See Tennis Woes) Then I realized what it was – pickleball is much like tennis – except much more fun! The fastest… Read More

Made nervous by being alone in a deserted lab building on an actual dark and stormy night, Gina, a grad student working in her lab downstairs, came up to my lab seeking company in the now spooky and very dark building. Read More

Roger and my husband grew up in Newton, MA. They knew each other slightly in high school, playing on opposing local after-school sports teams and through mutual friends, but became very close friends at Brandeis. This is their senior yearbook photo. Dan is on the left, Roger with the mustache in the middle on the… Read More

...we raced out of the room so as not to be the last one left.... Read More