Mar. 27, 2015 My eyebrows were not the first thing to go, but, thus far, they are proving the most intractable. I’ve never given much...

Apr. 3, 2015 My Uncle Leon was a mean man. My mother and grandparents referred to him as, “The Horse.” Later, after my aunt divorced...

April 17, 2015 Last week I elected to republish a blog originally entitled A Sense of Foreboding, with a new title this time – Impending...

May 1, 2015 I have a love-hate relationship with pools. I love the idea of pools, just not the reality . . . or, rather, the reality of...

June 5, 2015 Surely Noah must have had his doubts. Surely he must have wondered as he sat atop that yellow mountain waiting for the dove...

June 17, 2015 When I was sixteen, I wrote a novel entitled A Cry of Bees, which was published, a year later, by no less a house than...

June 17, 2015 One halcyon summer, when I was a child roaming free range through the wilds of West Lafayette, Indiana, a bunch of us...

July 7, 2015 Nine years ago, my daughter Alice neglected to bring a bathing suit on a beach vacation and was accordingly dispatched to...

July 14, 2015 Last night my husband and I had an argument. Well, a nano spat. We were about to watch an episode of Borgen, when, remote in...

Jul. 16, 2015 My brother Michael remembers Noni, our paternal grandmother, asking him, “Don’t you think it would be just terrible if...

July 28, 2015 Whenever anyone condemns Facebook as a waste of time, I find I must demur. Not for me. Not for a student of character. I...

Aug. 4, 2015 This will be a micro blog as we are leaving shortly for Langford, New York where daughter Shanah and her husband Jonathan...

Aug. 11, 2015 The point of this micro post is: I’m going to let my hair return to its roots. Yes. I know. This isn’t the first time I’ve...

Aug. 18, 2015 Jon Stewart. My idea of a true American. When I told my husband Ken that I was going to devote this week’s blog post to...

Aug. 25, 2015 I have always believed that, to be truly sophisticated, one must be able to speak a foreign language well. I’m 63 and...

Sept. 25, 2015 I don’t like soap operas. Well, of course I don’t. The only soap opera I ever watched for any length of time was As The...

Oct. 6, 2015 Many years ago a good friend of mine – I will call her Grace – told me the story of what had happened to her family when...

Oct. 16, 2015 Part of my job, every time an election rolls around, is to arrange meetings between my association’s leaders and our local...

Nov. 20, 2015 I am steeped in melancholy; this will not be a long post. It has been a week of tepid angst, beginning with a visit to my...

Nov. 17, 2015 I’ve never been keen on American Thanksgiving. In the first place, it’s way too close to Christmas. The memory of my...