Breakfast With My Sister

My sister and I are having breakfast together.
I sit by the chestnut sapling

The Things She Sent Me

For the longest time, I took for granted the ingenious, surprising stream of presents my sister sent me, beginning in the 60s, when I was in high school and she, newly married, had left the East Coast, where we’d grown up, for Los Angeles, where she lived for the rest of her life.

The Things She Left Me

For the longest time, I took for granted the ingenious, surprising stream of presents my sister sent me, beginning in the 60s, when I was in high school and she, newly married, had left the East Coast, where we’d grown up, for Los Angeles, where she lived for the rest of her life.

Why I Haven’t Blogged Since December

My sister and I were the survivors in our family. We told each other, “We must stick together.”

Our Momentous Move – Part 2

I was pleasantly surprised! (See “Our Momentous Move – Part 1.”) My parents’ 20th century modern dining table looks fine in our 18th century, rebuilt-after-a-fire cape.

Our Momentous Move – Part 1

[This blog was written Wednesday, December 3. Its publication was delayed by ensuing moving mayhem.}

Well, Actually, My Novel Is Going To Be Published!

It couldn’t have come at a more fraught moment.

My Terrible Calcium Score

There seem to be no end of books about people dealing with cancer, but I haven’t heard of books about grappling with heart disease. Maybe that’s because, unlike cancer victims, people with heart disease die too fast to have a chance to write about it.