Even as a preteen I immediately understood the romance and glamor of an overnight train ride. For a couple of years during the 1960s, my mother, my two brothers and I took the California Zephyr from Chicago to Colorado for an Aspen skiing vacation. My father, who was not a skier, would drive us in…

Hanging out, the fine art of doing nothing together. See companion Podcast on puttering (Pitter, Patter, Putter Perfect), the fine art of doing nothing on your own.

My personal history of the bra strap, from training bra, to braless, to basic piece of underwear.

Recently I wrote about the continuum of hope, fantasy and delusion within the context of playing the lottery.  I realize now that I forgot to consider confidence, that extra added ingredient that can reset the continuum to the right or left.  For example, supreme confidence can turn fantasy into hope and delusion into fantasy.  Confidence…

I am currently spinning my way closer to another complete lap around the sun, closing in on the only birthday that is divisible by the first six numbers– a landmark event that should prompt reflection on the chaotic jumble of nature, nurture and accumulated experience that is me.  A 60th birthday is a time for…

For the past 10 days around the Christmas holiday, I have been on a serious jigsaw puzzle jag, assembling 6 puzzles totaling several thousand pieces. I have put together two Amish farm scenes, fall in Vermont, a scene of colorful Greek houses clinging to a side of a cliff, a serene mountain lake at sunset,…