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 I could sum up the most important thing I learned during my junior high years, it would be the statement frequently heard in my Social Studies class when a question was posed by our teacher to which no one had the answer. "You remember what you want to remember," she thundered. I cowered. I … Continue reading You Remember What You Want to Remember! And don’t forget it!