Category Archives: Personal Memories
Memories Not For Sale
Bit by bit, pieces of my life have been going off to live in new homes as I sell off some of my belongings that I can no longer keep. Yesterday I said goodbye to my antique dining room chairs
Memories Not For Sale
Bit by bit, pieces of my life have been going off to live in new homes as I sell off some of my belongings that I can no longer keep. Yesterday I said goodbye to my antique dining room chairs
9/11 Twenty Years Ago
September 10, 2001. It was 20 years ago …the day before the world changed forever; and one in which my own world went through a life-altering change of its own. I had just moved into a newly built house in
9/11 Twenty Years Ago
September 10, 2001. It was 20 years ago …the day before the world changed forever; and one in which my own world went through a life-altering change of its own. I had just moved into a newly built house in
Abortions Back to the Past Heartbeats and Heartache
Nearly a decade to the day from when Roe v Wade was passed, I had an abortion. If I lived in Dallas today, it never would have happened. It was a blustery day in late January 1983 and the N.Y.C.
Abortions Back to the Past Heartbeats and Heartache
Nearly a decade to the day from when Roe v Wade was passed, I had an abortion. If I lived in Dallas today, it never would have happened. It was a blustery day in late January 1983 and the N.Y.C.
Remembering Real Space Champions
Jeff Bezo’s penisrocketing into the great blue yonder left me frankly unsatisfied. I’m old enough to remember real space heroes, not self-indulgent corporate billionaires looking for a mid-life thrill ride. If kids today see billionaires as the new models for
Remembering Real Space Champions
Jeff Bezo’s penisrocketing into the great blue yonder left me frankly unsatisfied. I’m old enough to remember real space heroes, not self-indulgent corporate billionaires looking for a mid-life thrill ride. If kids today see billionaires as the new models for
A Flood of Memories
To be filed under a flood of memories The past few weeks I have felt as though underwater with the massive task of unpacking hundreds of boxes in my new home, and repacking the remains of my old one.
A Flood of Memories
To be filed under a flood of memories The past few weeks I have felt as though underwater with the massive task of unpacking hundreds of boxes in my new home, and repacking the remains of my old one.
A Bastille Day Birthday Memory
For the past 20 years, July 14th meant only one thing in my family- my mother Betty’s Bastille Day birthday bash – a big family pool party at my house. Today she would have turned 95 and we would
A Bastille Day Birthday Memory
For the past 20 years, July 14th meant only one thing in my family- my mother Betty’s Bastille Day birthday bash – a big family pool party at my house. Today she would have turned 95 and we would
Hello From the Long Goodbye
Donald Trump may have abandoned the world of blogging but despite my recent absence, I have not. My attention has been shifted momentarily out of necessity because of my soon-to-be move to a new home but my heart remains
Hello From the Long Goodbye
Donald Trump may have abandoned the world of blogging but despite my recent absence, I have not. My attention has been shifted momentarily out of necessity because of my soon-to-be move to a new home but my heart remains
Pesticides Belong- to the Fun of Living!
Mid-Century America was the golden age of pesticides and it was love at first sight. Any thoughts about Earth Day and the environment lay far in the future. Thousands of new chemicals were put to use in new and amazing
Pesticides Belong- to the Fun of Living!
Mid-Century America was the golden age of pesticides and it was love at first sight. Any thoughts about Earth Day and the environment lay far in the future. Thousands of new chemicals were put to use in new and amazing
A Daughter’s Homage to Her Mother
It feels unfathomable that it will be13 years on Sunday since my beloved mother Betty passed away. The same number of years it took to come of age and be Bat Mitzvah ( or Hebrew Recognition as my very Reform
A Daughter’s Homage to Her Mother
It feels unfathomable that it will be13 years on Sunday since my beloved mother Betty passed away. The same number of years it took to come of age and be Bat Mitzvah ( or Hebrew Recognition as my very Reform
Beverly Cleary, An Ageless Appeal
It was clear to anyone who knew me as a child that Beverly Cleary was my favorite author. Browsing the shelves of my local suburban library was an adored childhood activity in the 1960s. With my yellow paper library
Beverly Cleary, An Ageless Appeal
It was clear to anyone who knew me as a child that Beverly Cleary was my favorite author. Browsing the shelves of my local suburban library was an adored childhood activity in the 1960s. With my yellow paper library
Envisioning The American Dream 