
Two Authors
Two TRUSTED authors, I might add. Authors I’ve consistently read, admired and enjoyed..


I REALLY DIDN’T WANT TO WRITE THIS.
I know from past experience that expressing myself politically never ends well. At least for me.

GHOSTIES AND GOBLINS AND THINGS THAT GO BUMP IN THE NIGHT.
In our house we believe strongly in unidentified auras, scents and ghosts.

SNOW DAYS.
Ah, yes, I remember them well from our years in Ohio. We knew what to do and how to do it. Snow days were actually fun.





A Christmas Tale
The year was 1961. I was working in Boston at the New England Conservatory of Music as a receptionist. It was, in all respects, a wonderful year.