I was in my early fifties when I started to wonder where I would be exactly when I learned that my mother was dying. Would I be in the midst of a routine errand, idling in traffic at the busy intersection of Greenbay and Deerpath? If it was winter, would I be skiing in Utah,…

It didn’t take long for the two of us to make a social faux pas as a married couple. It was 1981 and we were still figuring out how to divvy up chores, and so far had done so along gender lines – Nick took out the garbage and paid the bills, I folded the…

I know it’s going to be a tough night – guaranteed uncertainty, possible angst spiked with a jolt of humiliation.  Nick tells me that I’ll know plenty of people at the cocktail party, but that’s not the point.  The Myers-Briggs test is the point.  I have taken it twice in different corporate environments – can’t…

I don’t use a cell phone.  At first, it was because I really didn’t need one.  Then I thought that I could make a quiet personal statement about the silliness of instant access – glances down at a discreet cell phone in the lap, followed by a scrape of a chair as the owner gets…

My 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…