Her first question to me after we met was, “Is everything dead?” I was taken back, unsure of what she meant. When she explained that she saw no leaves on trees, or flowers growing, I was relieved to tell her that in Georgia, where… Continue Reading “My Remarkable Friend: The Immigrant”
The sixties were the harbinger of change on many fronts, including our eating habits. Our palates became more discriminating and adventurous, as we moved from place to place during those years. The New Haven Years We left Miami, Florida in the late 1960’s to… Continue Reading “My History of Eating Part Two”
We made a major move once a decade, from the NE to the SE to the SW and ultimately to part time in Japan.
I’ve always had a restlessness to see the world, described by some, as shpilkes!