My grandmother in her fabulous hat, gloves and fur on her way somewhere. The 1930 Census Her grandaughter I’ve been thinking a lot about my grandmother lately. She died when I was five years old, but she was a significant presence in my early childhood even though we didn’t have a lot of time together. Recently, my thoughts about her have gravitated to the similarities of our life trajectories and occasionally wondering if I inherited some genetic mutation which has given me

Mexico City Museo del Palacio de Bellas Artes at the ballet, salsa dancing at Mamma Rumba and lunch at Rosetta (with Leslie, not alone!) The Fall has dropped off some new insights, some sadness and a lot of sitting with loneliness.   Muchas gracias, Fall.  I would have been content to sit on my couch with my husband binging Netflix, even letting him watch the sci-fi, war-alien-creature-space shows rather than confront some of these emotions. Alas, life has served-up an entire

On my way to one of the Summer of 2025 dates. Look at that optimism!        I dipped my toes back into the dating pool this summer, on...

The 2025 Perpetual Roof Project I’m on a self-help-book kick right now, reading about how to date at my age and not “ Die Alone ” (Logan...