Suprise Me

Not only do I still have all the original albums, I still have the fan magazines. Read More

One of my favorite stories about my late mother-in-law, AKA Nana, was the group family photo taken at a wedding. She had a huge copy made, which hung prominently in her living room. She loved that picture. But when my youngest sister-in-law was divorced, what was she going to do with a beloved and expensive… Read More

Comedy, for me, is reified in the Animal Crackers scene when madcap Captain Spaulding (Groucho Marx) steps away from staid Mrs. Rittenhouse (Margaret Dumont) and  Mrs. Whitehead (Margaret Irving) saying: “Pardon me while I have a strange interlude.”  You know, recently I’ve favored cremation over burial, but burial’s preferable if I can have Groucho’s line carved… Read More

I do not have a good sense of direction. I'm usually good with maps, unless I have them upside down. And grateful now to have GPS. Read More

A Thousand Little Touches My father – six years older than my mother – died in his early 80s.   (See My Dad and the Word Processor,   Saying Farewell to a Special Guy,  Six Pack, My Father, the Outsider Artist,  GP and Turkey and Trimmings with Flu Shot) My mother,  who it seemed had never been sick… Read More

When he was done, I had a shiny new helmet of perfectly symmetrical, meticulously groomed, "Dry Look" hair. Read More

As a dreamy pre-teen, not exactly a collage artist, I’d pore through McCall’s, Mademoiselle, and Seventeen Magazine cutting and pasting fashionable images of hairstyles and clothing into my scrapbook using scissors and LePage’s glue. Little did I know I was learning skills that would last a lifetime, even morphing into the digital age. Now I… Read More

Dashed hopes for a sexual threesome one night in 1970, and what rats we men are. Read More

I hoped my granddaughter and her peers would embrace the importance of sisterhood before the Mean Girl games of middle school took over. Read More

Noah R,  Noah G,  and Noah L Three Noahs As you may know it’s traditional in Jewish families to give children the names or initials of loved-ones who have died.   And so when we were expectant parents we planned to name the baby after my late father-in-law whose name was Naftali. My woman’s intuition… Read More