• MOTHER-IN-LOVE

    Back when Art proposed to me (well, when he asked whether I thought we ought to get married), I was happy with the prospect of our new life together, but I had no idea what to expect in terms of his family, which was about to become *my* family. I had already had the experience

  • AT HOME WITH FAMILY

    Art and I got to Connecticut Friday night. We were lucky because the weather cooperated with us and our flight here was (mostly) okay. (The plane bucked over the Rockies like a bronco buster. You can imagine how happy that made me)! But we got a beautiful gift today. The sky got pregnant with little

  • GIVING THANKS

    Well, it’s Thanksgiving again. Time to trot out the old turkey (or tofurky, in our case) dressing, cranberry sauce, and the sweet potato casserole with tiny marshmallows. We have mixed feelings, of course, about the green bean dish with French fried onion rings on top, as well as the lime jello mold with bananas suspended

  • SAYING GOODBYE

    SAYING GOODBYE It is our last day in Connecticut. Tomorrow it’s back to Los Angeles after a three-week sojourn in New England. Goodbyes are so hard, and even harder in autumn. Autumn is the time of year when we say goodbye to summer, to warm weather, to ice cream, to green, to bare feet, to

  • FAMILY

    FAMILY When I was very young and stupid, and even when I was not-so-young and stupid, I thought nothing of pulling up stakes and moving to a strange city. I had the peculiar notion that I could simply uproot myself, transplant my life, and thrive anywhere I happened to land. What I have learned is