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PICKING

Once upon a time, in a far away land, The Boss assigned me a secretary. Not part of a pool, but a whole person. With a master’s degree from Mt. Holyoke. Pretty daunting, me with my little B.A. from Hofstra…. Read More ›

ONCE UPON A TIME

Garry was watching an old movie, “A Letter to Three Wives.” He thought the whole concept of writing letters was kaput. No one writes letters anymore. We may dash off a note on a card, but a whole letter? “When,”… Read More ›

PAGING PONCE DE LEON

Carly Simon is in my head a lot these days singing, “You’re So Vain”. After decades of seeming perpetual youth in my career as a reporter, the portrait in my attic has become an illusion. It’s something with which most people… Read More ›

BITTER ROOTS

I am named after an aunt I never met. In my style of Jewish family, you don’t name babies after living people. Only after those who have passed. This is not true in all Jewish families. It depends on where… Read More ›

THE CYNIC WAS RIGHT

My mother was not a regular kind of mom. This confused me a lot while I was growing up. Other mothers made cookies, kissed boo-boos. Hung out with the other mothers in summertime. Swapped recipes. Watched soap operas. My mother didn’t bake… Read More ›

JE NE REGRETTE RIEN

Fandango’s Provocative Question #122 I stand with Edith Piaf. I regret nothing except, perhaps, things I might have done, but didn’t. I find myself with little to regret. I wish we’d put more money away, but I didn’t have anything to… Read More ›