FDR’s Birthday Balls -A Birthday Celebration Worthy of a President

Everything about Trump’s tacky, self-indulgent atrocity billed as a Birthday Celebration was vulgar. The travesty was worse than we imagined. A violent, Vegas-style carousel of greased-up men duking it out Gladiator style on the White House lawn, desecrating sacred ground

My Mother’s Love Grew in My Garden. It Still Does

  A few weeks ago was my mother Betty’s yartzeit. 18 years. My mother has now been gone the length of my entire childhood. Those first 18 years seemed like an eternity as I was growing up. A lifetime, in

RIP RFK The Day Hope Died

Robert F. Kennedy represented hope. But on June 6, 1968, a nation was left once more to watch and grieve and wonder after another senseless act of violence robbed us of that hope. The GE alarm clock in my bedroom

 Marilyn Monroe and Me

I was four years old in 1959, when I first dressed up as Marilyn Monroe, and it would follow me to my freshman year at Syracuse University, where I regularly roamed the halls of my dorm, decked out as the