365 in 2018: A Writing Reunion

I've been selling stuff (there's no better word to describe things we've owned but no longer want) online for a dozen or more ye...

I never watched "The Office" on TV, mostly because the jumpy camerawork was uncomfortable for me, But one of the B-level stations ...

My parents lived in Greenwich Village when I was born, but moved to Queens when I was still very young. They chose an apartment in Woodside ...

A recent widower whom I've known for years invited me to go to Mexico with him. He's a lovely man, but it wouldn't have worked. ...

1952, age 9: Newly motherless and too young to fully appreciate the effort it must have taken my dad to have a tree and gifts that year, I s...

I can't talk about hospitals without bitching:  Sleep is when we heal, and yet the ICU lights (fluorescents yet, which I think are unh...

Here it is December 18, and I'm just starting November's posts. I'm writing on the Chromebook I bought for myself (yay, Cyber Mo...

I was 14, and my friends and I were hanging out below street level in an apartment building (where none of us lived) when the cops showed ...

Helen’s comment reminded me of something scary from about 30 years ago. We had multiple pets at the time, including indoor cats and cats th...

Back when we lived in Manhattan and had a weekend house in Pennsylvania, I had not yet made friends with insects and spiders, and cell pho...

The scariest thing I can think of these days—and I think of it every day—is the loathsome individual who somehow got himself elected to the...