June 3rd, 2016 | business and finance, General, Health, literature and poetry, Popular Culture, Shopping, visual arts
Went to my local Barnes & Noble to pick up a couple copies of Dan Lyons, Disrupted: My Misadventure in the Start-Up Bubble (Hachette, 2016). I had heard most of the interview he did with Terry Gross on NPR’s “Fresh Air” and immediately got the book. Just...
August 22nd, 2015 | Friends, Genealogy, General, Health, Matters of the Spirit, Memory, Time Passes, Travel, United States
A Facebook friend inquires, “Is death always sad?” The comment followed former president Jimmy Carter’s announcement that he has terminal cancer. A number of people from NPR’s Diane Rehm to ordinary friends have found the news “sad.” My FBF continued: “Although I...
August 22nd, 2015 | Cooking, Kitchen and Table, Education, General, Health, Shopping, Society at Large
The grocery store was the second-to-last stop. We had picked up a prescription at Walmart, had dinner at Lin’s Hibachi Grill and were headed to Bomboy’s for ice cream. A normal group of errands on a normal summer Friday evening. My Dear One said there was a worthy...
June 24th, 2014 | Genealogy, Health, Memory, Time Passes, Travel
When last I saw him, the blue and lavender and green plaid cotton shirt Jerry was wearing made his bleached-denim eyes bright. The reason to travel to Damariscotta, Maine, was to have more time with Jerry before he loses his way in Time, to have dinner with Doffy and...
January 29th, 2014 | Education, Friends, Genealogy, General, Health, Memory, visual arts
Matthew Adelberg turned twenty-one a few days past; when I look at the artist who once was a student in my art history classroom, I see something closer to the boy at his bar mitzvah. This exhibition at the Dadian Gallery at Wesley Theological Seminary in Washington...
January 21st, 2014 | Gardens and Gardening, Genealogy, General, Health, the world and Mother Nature, Travel
“The engine drives the boat through the water,” Peter Warwick, the naval specialist on the cruise said. “With the sails up, she moves with the water.” The feeling, the difference, was evident even to a landlubber like me. Last night as we sailed toward St. Barts, a...