Suprise Me

But if I must confess the truth, I write for myself because that is who I am. Read More

To an Athlete Dying Young I remember that day so vividly,  it’s hard to believe it was over 60 years ago. In the fall of 1963 I was in my senior year at NYU Heights.  (See Ghostwriting in the Family, The Fortune Cookie Candidate  and Theatre Dreams) I was a member of the college theatre group,  and… Read More

In 1953 I would have been five. Gas was something like, 19.9 cents a gallon. It smelled good wafting in the window while the attendant washed the windows. The attendant I remember was giving a lecture into our Plymouth. My mom, a recent war bride from England sat beside my father. My little sister and I… Read More

Joy and Addis  I’ve written about the memorable time in the early 1970s  when my husband Danny was working in London for a year and we lived in a rented flat in Chelsea off the Kings Road.   (See Laundry Day in London,  Kinky Boots,  Valentine’s Day in Foggytown ,  and Intro to Cookery) And I’ve… Read More

Russian athletes have systematically cheated for years. The Wikipedia page is too long and complicated to try to condense and enumerate the many faults, going back decades for this story, but let me give you some “highlights”. For years there was state sponsored systematic doping. They have been stripped of 46 Olympic medals. The most… Read More

Somehow, we turned into a street and found ourselves in Old Dacca, where we clearly didn’t belong.  Read More

Growing up with smoking is the best deterrent. Read More

“Don’t sweat it,” I said. I couldn’t get the “brother” part out; it stuck in my craw. Read More

Back before FOMO was a thing, it never dawned on me to do anything on “spring break.” Now, what do we think about when we think about spring break anyway? Off to the beach or the slopes, depending–right? College or high school kids up to no good, shenanigans and high jinks that these days are… Read More

Prospective lizard owners take note, you also become cricket ranchers. Read More