The other evening Nick and I were half-watching a Stanley Cup playoff game involving the Boston Bruins. At one point the camera panned the rafters displaying the banners honoring Bobby Orr, and Nick commented, “Wow, Bobby Orr only played for 10 years.” And then I responded with a nugget from the deep recesses of my…
Read MoreMy introduction to liver was perfectly pleasant. There was a period in my childhood when liver was a routine dinner entrée. This was when my mother had 6 children under the age of 10 and was assisted by a mother’s helper. My memory is a bit hazy on this point, but I don’t think that…
Read MoreMy all girls high school was like any other with its typical array of cliques – the pretty, the ugly, the jocks, brains, geeks and the occasional total misfit. But the fact that it was a boarding school added another variable, particularly since I was a distant boarder traveling all the way from the Chicago…
Read MoreIt was easy enough to dismiss the first signs. After all, who hasn’t lost their car in a parking lot, particularly a nondescript white compact car that looks like so many others? Others I ascribed to the occasional senior moment, in fact I met my mother in the lobby of the church on a Tuesday…
Read MoreThe scene is very familiar. A group of couples come over for a casual summer barbecue. As the host you are responsible for the entrées, but your guests arrive carrying guacamole and chips, salad ingredients or dessert, or perhaps a couple bottles of wine. After initial pleasantries, the group naturally splits in two, the men…
Read MoreTruth, Dissembling, Lying and the Wisdom to Know the Difference Ever since I put my first shiny nickel into my pocket, walked into Woolworth’s and bought my first bag of M&Ms, I have been comfortably ensconced in the predictable world of a fixed-priced economy – an even playing field for consumer goods and services, based…
Read MoreI started to walk across the lawn towards my car, but Henry spoke up again. As I turned I saw his gun pointed at me. “Simba, I really insist that you stop ignoring me. I asked a simple question, and I don’t think that it’s too much to ask. So I’ll say it again, and…
Read MoreI played a lot of tennis growing up, in part because we had a tennis court in our back yard, but mostly because my mother was an avid player. This was back in the sixties, in the days when women’s sports, competition and sweat were considered unseemly. I certainly didn’t have scads of lessons and…
Read MoreHenry emerged from a side door and stood on the stone patio. Sam and I were about 50 years away and down a small dip in the landscaping overlooking the canyon. But even at this distance in the dark, I made out the unmistakable shape of a small hand gun. Sam stopped moving toward the…
Read MoreMy husband might point out that one of my most economical and endearing traits is that I simply don’t shop. Almost all of my clothes come from a trusted online catalog; I have a limited roster of clothes that are best described as a uniform of black pants, white top and a selection of cotton…
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