Commentary
Three dollars, three minutes, The barker tempts. Tilt-a-Whirl Spins us against its cylinder wall
An editor of a national newspaper called me recently to see if I would be interested in writing a piece for them about summer on the Vineyard from a...
I am on an Island off the coast of Massachusetts thinking about my time as a sea cook on tall ships.
The real tick season has started as nymphs of both deer ticks and lone star ticks are out and will be present through July.
From saunter to strut we walk through life, hoofing a dance from time to time. Charlie Chaplin did a duck waddle and Michael Jackson moon-walked.
Aromatic foliage hangs purple Within reach, a lilac branch To honor those who have served
My cousin Ethan (by marriage) who is 6’6” and played professional basketball for a league in Israel in his younger days, says what’s the point of...
Jimmy always reminded me of Peter O’Toole charging through the desert on a camel Long lion mane flowing.
I wish I could say I went in undercover as a reporter. That’s not the case. I was a bona fide patient. Gosnold. Detox.
I’ve been teaching a workshop, How to Write Your Memoirs, at a retirement community in New Jersey.
Sunday is Mother’s Day. I have been a mother for more than 67 years, the longest job I have ever held.
In 1967, the average cost of a new car was $2,750 and the average cost of gas was 33 cents a gallon.
