I decided to blog about what has brought me joy the past few weeks. And that would be…Benny! That is what I say when he lands on the bare branch of a young h...

April is National Poetry Month, and, as a Poet, I would be remiss if I did not pay tribute to poems from a smattering of the finest poets. We could use some w...

My mother used to intone, upon witnessing some shocking (to her) thing or person or occurrence "I thought I'd seen everything, now that takes the cake!" Well...

It’s hard not to talk about it. It’s hard to ignore the twenty four hour news stream, the school closings, the endless repartee about toilet paper, or the la...

Sometimes my mind can't get wrapped around writing a blog. I see things I ranted about in past blogs and I think I must stop the ranting. Or at least put a l...

How many dinners have you made in your lifetime? Any idea? Do you care? I have become slightly fixated with the knowledge that I’ve prepared over 14,000 dinn...

Christmas brings memory fragments, colorful and diverse, happy and poignant, all clamoring for attention like the to-do lists swirling in our heads. Memories...

As I’ve written about before, I am a late comer to, nay even a reluctant embracer of, technology. Well, not all technology; certainly, the computer and I ha...

My intention for this blog was to rail against technology, which I still intend to do. But it might be more about aging and my own relationship with technolo...

Halloween is my favorite holiday but I can’t stand Autumn. It’s a conundrum, a paradox, an absurdity. Sheepishly, disloyally, I place it above St. Patrick’s ...

Have you ever had a name float through your life with intent, yet randomness? Float from the past like dust motes over your head on a sunny afternoon? The ...

Labor Day, the end of summer, as youthful school years used to dictate. It was back to school for me, a new size uniform; perpetually navy blue. Later on, i...

Over the past weekend I found myself retracing my footsteps of twenty-eight years ago. It’s not hard to do in a small town and I’ve walked the same stretch ...

I thought quite seriously the other evening, as I was leaving for my part time job, that neighbors may be talking. In the past I’d gone directly from my day ...

The rain pounds down in slanted sheets and driving demands concentration. My ankles are cold, my toes damp and sticking to the insides of my shoes. I wish I...

Note: The title was a recent assignment in a writing class I'm taking with author Martha Frankel, "Hats and Eyeglasses: a Family Love Affair with Gambling." ...

Years ago I was having lunch with a young man I worked with, at a small eatery on Seventh Avenue in New York. As we waited for our juicy, fatty burgers to a...

Until the late 1940's, orange juice wasn’t widely available. Small and cute glasses of orange juice were commonplace at breakfast, made from fresh squeezed o...

In the mid-seventies Calvin Klein started smacking his name on jeans, and other designers were not far behind, like Jordache, Guess? and Gloria Vanderbilt. ...

March, specifically March 17th, holds many memories for me of St. Patrick’s (never say Patty’s) Day. At the gawky age of thirteen, while walking down Fifth ...