Yearly Archives: 2012

I first learned that smiling is not a universal language in a Russian Import shop in Sacramento, California. It was on the corner of an historic Main street that had its groove on for tourists, which my husband and I … Continue reading →

 There is a piece of time so brief to be overlooked but it’s important. It is that piece that separates what was before from forever on. It comes as someone asks, “Did you hear about Sandy Hook elementary school?” or … Continue reading →

Our Elmhurst living room was a homage to Mom’s baby grand piano. Scattered sit-upons dotted the remaining space like garden pavers. This may account in part for the fact Dad was an upsitter. He sat up on a couch, a … Continue reading →

My older and younger brother played “think fast” when we were growing up in the 1960s in Elmhurst, Il. They’d call my name, I’d turn around and they’d call, “Think fast!” as they threw a ball my way. I caught … Continue reading →

I like having hair. I have never known what to do with it. I credit the females in my clan for this. All, each of them, every one, has tresses, I’d say. They have natural waves and sheens and abundance … Continue reading →