Who doesn't love Roy Orbison's Pretty Woman? The first few bars of the song, a hit in 1964, defined my young adolescence. And the Traveling Wilburys were a particular favorite of mine--but they shouldn't be a footnote in this post, they deserve a post of their own A few weeks ago I bought tickets . . .
Moms have been sending care packages to college students since, well, certainly since I was in college. Like most students, I loved getting a surprise box in the mail--it made life at college more homey. Besides, who doesn't love a surprise? If there's a college student in your life, you've . . .
Snow. That scene's idyllic, isn't it? The snow looks so soft and fluffy. But when you've had so much of it, the charm dissipates a bit. That's what my sister-from-another-mother in New Jersey tells me. And if I really try, I can remember my upbringing in the Snow Belt city of Rochester, NY and . . .
I was delighted to hear that my nephew and some of his fellow grad students in Syracuse were following my blog posts while I was in India and those posts that followed upon my return. It was especially great to hear since several of his colleagues are from India. Last week, I had a brief phone . . .
“I’m writing a book!” I hear it all the time at parties. While people wouldn’t dream of suggesting they’d become…well, for example, a neurosurgeon...everyone who can put a word on the page can become a writer. Or can they? It’s true that with the preponderance of blogs and self-publishing, . . .
How many times have you heard someone say, "Life is short!" Or said it yourself? It's a constant in my vocabulary, a reminder that we should all make the most of every single day. But last month, one of my longest-lived friends turned that concept on its head. As we made plans, she commented, . . .
Oh, the many places we've been in our lives!Have you counted? The places where your life played out: your childhood home. The tree on which you and your sweetheart carved your initials. The college bar where you met your husband. The church in which you found God. The ocean alongside which you found . . .
Trippy tree It isn't often that we meet someone from our long-ago past, but such was the case a couple weeks ago, when I found myself sitting at lunch next to a woman I went to college with. When we looked at one another, we acknowledged the other looked familiar, and then went through the . . .
Home.For me, it's always been several places. Syracuse. Tallahassee. Los Gatos. San Jose. Mountain View. Saratoga. Tampa. Schoen Place But there's only one hometown and for me, it's Rochester NY. When I was there in May, my nephew and I went to lunch at Schoen Place, along the river. Although . . .
I have to admit, I'm glad to see the Occupy Movement falling victim to Occupy fatigue. I'm way down the liberal side of the political continuum. But still, the Occupy movement bothers me.You might look at me and say, "yeah, right, you don't know a thing about what people less lucky that you are . . .
