The Tortoiseshell Comb

Many years ago, on a surprisingly sunny day in late fall, in a medium-sized university town in upstate New York, well before streets gave way to highways that accompany urbanization, I drove home from my office enjoying the twinkling lights peeking through the...

Today is my birthday

When the voices of children are heard on the green, And whisperings are in the dale: The days of my youth rise fresh in my mind, My face turns green and pale. Nurse’s Song William Blake Songs of Innocence Songs of Experience I once was a little girl living in the...

Anger Management

A long time ago, perhaps it was 1938, in that other world called “childhood,” I had a doll – a Princess Elizabeth doll. My Princess Elizabeth doll had blonde hair like me. She started out with brown eyes, but my mother had them painted blue so Princess Elizabeth...

My Grandmother — The Witch

The light blue irises that floated in her watery eyes brought me to thoughts of lily pads floating on a pond, and like the lily pads I had an urge to touch them, or maybe to drop into the water like the fairies do and swim in their depths. She was a small woman who...

Can You Imagine…

… a time when a business credit card issued to a professional woman would be rejected at most restaurants? … a time when a professional woman meeting a client for a working lunch would be escorted out of a restaurant by a Maitre D’ to wait for her client in a lobby? …...

Requiem for Mr. Turtle

We always treated him with great respect, even though we harbored varying degrees of affection. After all, we named him Mr. Turtle. Mr. Turtle lived in a substantial glass bowl containing water, a jagged rock to climb, and a couple of plastic fish for companionship...