Posts Tagged: personal essay
Mothers Never Leave Us Even When They Are Gone
Fifteen years ago in a darkened hospital room, I held my mother’s frail hand and gently whispered in her ear how she was the love of my life, that I was going to tell her story, that I would write
Mothers Never Leave Us Even When They Are Gone
Fifteen years ago in a darkened hospital room, I held my mother’s frail hand and gently whispered in her ear how she was the love of my life, that I was going to tell her story, that I would write
My Tribute to MAD Magazine
In a world gone mad, I still find comfort in reading my old MAD Magazines. On the occasion of this classic magazine turning 70, I paid tribute. Please enjoy my essay in Next Tribe. Growing Up in a Mad, Mad,
My Tribute to MAD Magazine
In a world gone mad, I still find comfort in reading my old MAD Magazines. On the occasion of this classic magazine turning 70, I paid tribute. Please enjoy my essay in Next Tribe. Growing Up in a Mad, Mad,
How To Downsize Without Feeling Depressed- The Ethel
Sometimes downsizing isn’t a choice but thrust on you. When you are both a serious collector and sentimentalist like me that is never easy. But when 2 tragedies nearly back to back forced me to discard beloved things, I discovered
How To Downsize Without Feeling Depressed- The Ethel
Sometimes downsizing isn’t a choice but thrust on you. When you are both a serious collector and sentimentalist like me that is never easy. But when 2 tragedies nearly back to back forced me to discard beloved things, I discovered
A Different July 4th -Dispatches From the Hospital
I knew this year’s July 4th was going to be a different one. Disillusioned and deeply disappointed in our country, this was not going to be a celebratory holiday for me. America’s democracy was already in critical condition when the
A Different July 4th -Dispatches From the Hospital
I knew this year’s July 4th was going to be a different one. Disillusioned and deeply disappointed in our country, this was not going to be a celebratory holiday for me. America’s democracy was already in critical condition when the
A Birthday Tribute to my Beach Loving Mother Betty
I got my deep love of the water and the beach from my beloved mother Betty. Born in Brooklyn on Bastille Day, her lifelong enthusiasm for the sand and surf was deeply infectious and I caught the beach bug very
A Birthday Tribute to my Beach Loving Mother Betty
I got my deep love of the water and the beach from my beloved mother Betty. Born in Brooklyn on Bastille Day, her lifelong enthusiasm for the sand and surf was deeply infectious and I caught the beach bug very
My Own Grey Gardens
Late last Monday, my American Dream was auctioned off. On the cold granite steps in front of town hall, my house of twenty-one years was sold in a foreclosure sale. As the late afternoon sun cast a golden haze on
My Own Grey Gardens
Late last Monday, my American Dream was auctioned off. On the cold granite steps in front of town hall, my house of twenty-one years was sold in a foreclosure sale. As the late afternoon sun cast a golden haze on
House Under Water
In another installment of Sally’s Sob Story…. Today’s episode: “House Under Water.” When we last left our heroine, many thought she has successfully outrun the cruel sheriff in foreclosing her beloved home and that was all far behind her. Some
House Under Water
In another installment of Sally’s Sob Story…. Today’s episode: “House Under Water.” When we last left our heroine, many thought she has successfully outrun the cruel sheriff in foreclosing her beloved home and that was all far behind her. Some
Why Dogs Rule
Today it’s all about the dogs. In honor of Betty White’s 100th birthday today, I share a wonderful world that once lived in my young imagination, a world I think that she would support wholeheartedly- I called it ArfLand a
Why Dogs Rule
Today it’s all about the dogs. In honor of Betty White’s 100th birthday today, I share a wonderful world that once lived in my young imagination, a world I think that she would support wholeheartedly- I called it ArfLand a
A Happy Christmas Tail
My dog Stanley has long had one favorite toy. Despite a large wooden toy box overflowing with bones, balls, and chewy playthings of all shapes and sizes, from the time he was a tiny puppy he has always gravitated to
A Happy Christmas Tail
My dog Stanley has long had one favorite toy. Despite a large wooden toy box overflowing with bones, balls, and chewy playthings of all shapes and sizes, from the time he was a tiny puppy he has always gravitated to
Ms Magazine – Pushed to Be Betty Draper I Was Always More Like Don
After Ms Magazine ran a piece on me as an artist a few months ago, I switched gears and decided to pitch them a story about my Mad Men-like childhood where I was more Don Draper than his wife Betty.
Ms Magazine – Pushed to Be Betty Draper I Was Always More Like Don
After Ms Magazine ran a piece on me as an artist a few months ago, I switched gears and decided to pitch them a story about my Mad Men-like childhood where I was more Don Draper than his wife Betty.
Envisioning The American Dream 