The photographs of my life huddle together in the darkness, secure in a bedroom cabinet. They now lead quiet lives, disturbed only occasionally. They once brought only pleasure to me and upon inspection, wonder. Now going through them brings a quotient of sadness too. The scale began to tip about 10 or 15 years ago. … Continue reading The Quiet Lives of Old Photographs
Many years ago I was too intimidated to walk into a high end NYC department store such as Berdorf Goodman. My mother favored Saks Fifth Ave when we made our annual visit to NYC. Particularly their pocketbook sales. My guess now is that Berdorf's intimidated her too. The somewhat haughty "May I help you?" used … Continue reading Here’s to the Ladies Who Lunch
If there was a competition for the world's cleanest country, I have no doubt that the Japanese would win it hands down, or clothes off. We just visited the venerable Kinosaki Onsen about a two hour train ride from Kyoto on the West Coast. We traveled with two of our grandchildren, uncertain whether or not … Continue reading Cleanliness Redefined
Is this what getting old is going to be about? I had an all day/almost all night coughing jag yesterday that wore me and my poor husband out. You're going to have to do something about that, he told me grumpily. No dah, I replied with irritation. I stopped taking a prescribed cortisone inhaler today … Continue reading I’m here to Celebrate Spring
What does it mean to "come home?"