Rants of the Newly Old

You haven’t been home for years. It’s time to revisit The homestead. Except you have no homestead or a Single home where you grew up. The ...

Last week I read the obituary of Helen Klaben Kahn , whose claim to fame was that after high school she moved to Alaska for adventure, and...

            Yesterday I had lunch with a friend, who reported the latest in a soap opera occurring in her university...

I met with my financial planner today at TIAA. She was looking through her folder for me and noticed that all the stat...

The brain doesn’t distinguish between dreams and memories. So said some article I read in the Science Times some years ago. But what does t...

My lives collided this afternoon. Have I mentioned that I seem to be living three lives simultaneously? There’s the li...

The New York City subway system has, since 1992, had a Poetry in Motion program, with a new poem posted in subway cars ...

On Sunday, I attended a Women Writers in Bloom Poetry Salon in Brooklyn(link). Nandi Kaye led us through a mental, then we wrote, then we w...

My husband’s memorial is in three days, and I am only now knuckling down to write up my comments. (Yes, I do have to w...

The prompt is "My (blank), the (blank)" so here's my effort. My Memory, the Traitor I learned earl...