Flashback Memory from March 2018 Long Islanders have commuter nerves of steel. Upstaters like me, not so much. A wall of eighteen...

The Setting: Julie’s Sweet Shop, College Point, NY Situated a few blocks from St. Agnes High School. The Time: 1965 It was an after...

When my son was little, Richard Scarry’s “Cars and Trucks and Things that Go” was his favorite book and bedtime was often a wild ride...

My May 5th blog, Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow, apparently experienced a major snafu, and most of you never received it. No worries, just...

It’s nothing I didn’t expect. Uh, oh, double negative. I expected it, yes I did. The paperwork given before commencing chemo treatments...

It didn't take long, after I emerged from my surgical stupor, to understand that the three W's were considered to be of primo concern to...

Wednesday, March 17th is St. Patrick's Day and one of my favorite Holidays (the other one being Halloween.) Each year, my memories trail...

Scents go straight to the brain's smell center, known as the olfactory bulb. The olfactory bulb is connected to the amygdala and...

The day after a visit to a friend’s porch for ‘porchtails’ (an ingenious pandemically fabricated word that she coined to substitute for...

I sat on a wooden bench yesterday outside the Woodstock Library, a bench set upon the wide expanse of green lawn, directly opposite a...

I have a confession. In the past month I’ve become hooked on The Great British Baking Show. I know, I know, there’s a ton of cooking...

(Ee-ha How-na-hunna-ghweev, pronounced in Gaelic) Or, as we say here in the U.S. - Happy Halloween! Halloween, a time for spooky costumes...

(Adornment During a Pandemic) A self-styled routine had been established for ‘decktails’ at each other’s houses every couple of weeks. In...

On a Saturday morning, in the Summer of 1992, I walked down Tinker Street to the Woodstock Library to check out the Book Sale in the...

Guest Blogger Laurie Deutsch Mozian lives and writes in Ulster County, NY. "I wrote this piece in celebration of my new Mah-Jong set that...

For the last month I, like many others, have been out of work (stupid pandemic). Beginning on the first of May, facing a potential...

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...

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...

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

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...