Monthly Archives: July 2013

Joan sees Henry’s wife, Eleanor, in the town’s supermarket, her shopping cart full, her hair straggly, wild looking like she’d been caught in a windstorm.  Baggy black slacks.  Black tee shirt.  The usual: careless, sloppy academic wife bit. Joan could … Continue reading →

Inexplicably, Lulubelle surfaced on my computer screen one morning recently along with a bunch of pretentious phrases, as if some word-glutted cornball poet had broken in and run amuck on my keyboard.  Almost immediately it became an attempt at confrontation, … Continue reading →

The New York City temperature is soaring in the nineties and I own no lightweight summer skirts! Nor winter skirts, for that matter. I miss them, but I shall never own a skirted garmented again! I forswore skirts about seven … Continue reading →

What could be lovelier in the verdant Delaware forest than a small, secluded, shady fishing nook?  We eagerly followed the directions of the enthusiastic Tourist Officer and presto—we were there.  Hidden Lake! We parked up near the highway and, laden … Continue reading →

Modern medicine needs no accolade from me since its genius is already universally respected, celebrated and — for want of a more apt word – enjoyed! There is, however, another mighty though unorthodox alleviator of human suffering, an instinctive and … Continue reading →