You’ve come a long way , baby….

….and I don’t mean the three thousand miles in distance I traveled to New York from California. I’ve also come a long way in time. 40 years to be exact. 40 years ago this fall, a few hundred women enrolled as undergraduates at Yale for the first time in the school’s 300- year history. To [...]
Love, Loss and What I Wore

LOVE Of all that I love about New York, what I love most is the theater. I won’t list what I’m seeing this trip; if you love theater too, you’ll just be jealous. I’ll only mention one; the play I saw tonight. It’s adapted from a book I love: Love, Loss and What I [...]
a taste for art

Almost every trip I make to New York includes time with my treasured high school friend Deborah. She’s a highly regarded art curator and I get the benefit of her expertise—-she’s tried over the years to expose and educate me to the world of art. This requires patience. Because even after I began creating [...]
a street sign

I LOVE New York. More than anything I love the energy that seeps into my pores just walking around. I walk differently in New York——a little faster, a little more aggressive, a little more purpose. I edge my way past anyone too slow or anyone who tries to stop and sell me something. Today I [...]
And did you take a sweater?
Uncontrollable Mothering: Episode #3 in a sporadic series* There are times in a mother’s life when the primal mothering instinct can suddenly take over your mind and body. There is no forewarning and no way to stop yourself. You have no conscious control over what you do. This can occur whether your child is small [...]
“Light”-headed

This is me about to chop off my hair to make a wig for a cancer patient. The patient was me. I look far more brave than I felt. Same thing 14 years later…….this time donating the hair—to make a wig for someone else. I felt way different this time. I felt…light. Probably because [...]
Hair today, gone tomorrow

Mary Travers had the hair I wanted when I was a kid. Stick-straight, smooth, silky. Mine had too much wave, too much body. Even though my father used to say it was my crowning glory; I hated it. The Brazilians and Japanese hadn’t invented their magical treatments– so to get Mary’s hair, I had to use the [...]
After becoming a writer, artist, TV journalist, mother and breast cancer survivor----I realize nothing turns out the way we expect. So I blog about handling the big and little things — with humor, humanity, and hope.




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