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...

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...

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...

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

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

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 arrive, he watched me rummage around in my purse for a tissue, wipe my runny nose, and then stick the tissue up my sleeve. He asked simply “Why do girls put tissues up their sleeves?” Since I had a good fifteen years on him, the term ‘girl’ grated on my nerves. I sarcastically replied, “I don’t know about girls, it’s proba

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

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...

I've attended Qi Gong classes for almost two years, yet often feel I am no closer to understanding the flow, and meaning than when I...

I’ve been to Florida several times in the past decades, but always near the ocean: Miami Beach, Ft. Lauderdale, Hollywood, Boca Raton,...

Proudly, the complete set of World Book Encyclopedias, circa 1974, retained their burgundy luster and flaunted their gold lettered...

I thought a Christmassy blog would be in order. But the subject is so darn big, so dense, so crowded with recall, where does one begin? ...

I rifled through the long rack of sweaters in Marshalls last week, looking for a sweater that is not acrylic, not frilly, not diaphanous,...

I loathe squirrels. And I especially enjoy the word loathe, which, to me, feels superior to “hate”, a short, choppy, forthright...

Breakfast at the Taos Diner II, then on the road to Santa Fe. The diner, a locals' spot, had been alive with the colorful work of local...

Taos. The English name Taos derives from the native Taos language meaning "place of red willows". During the trip I wrote the least about...

August 9: Forgot to mention that the evening before, we located the Rio Grande Valley State Park. I hustled down a sandy path to the river to catch the sunset; it played hide and seek around a bend behind a clump of trees. It surprised me to walk right down to the Rio Grande, and even step in that famed river if I wanted (though no clue how deep it was where we stood). On the way back to the car I sang “I’m an old cowhand from the Rio Grande.” I left my New York consciousnes

August 8: Not easy getting up at 2:30am, to get to Albany airport. By 5am we were sitting in Chicago O’Hare airport in McDonalds having...

I’m stepping as lively as I can, heading into Grand Central Station, absorbing the hot wall of air and train exhaust, scents of perfume,...