It was the late 1960s, and I was a single woman living on my own in New York City facing the possibility of an unplanned pregnancy. Read more.
Unmarried and (Probably) Pregnant in Mid-Century America
Unmarried and pregnant in the 1960s — I was too ashamed to tell anyone then. But I’m telling the story now. Here’s why. Read more.
I Miss My Grown-Up Children — More Than I Can Say. Sheltering at Home Week 30
I last put my arms around Peter in January. He was here for his birthday, I haven’t seen him — or his sister — since. Read more.
Window Treatment Sticker Shock — $13,000 for Living Room Drapes? Seriously? Sheltering at Home Week 29
With a window treatment costing 13K and a new patio costing more than what an entire house once cost, we’re also facing retirement sticker shock. Read more.
He’s Not Bald After All. Thank You, Covid-19. Sheltering at Home Week 28
Thanks to the coronavirus, my husband hasn’t had a haircut in six months. It turns out he’s not bald after all. He’s got hair, lots of it. Read more.
RBG: Glorious, Notorious — and Old
I want my little granddaughters to treasure and revere RBG because she was smart, compassionate, lovable — and old. Read more.
Grandparents Day Is Today — How to Grandparent and Why
It’s Grandparents Day today. How to be a grandparent? I haven’t a clue. Why do we do it? I have some thoughts on that one. Read more.