When I was in 7th grade I loved nothing more than being on the phone with my friend Candy, talking about Elton John. I'd be in the dark kitchen after dinner and homework on the phone that was attached to…

I'd be a nauseated, shivering, hypersensitive mess off stage left ( or right, depending on the show), repeating my first line over and over in my head, sometimes mouthing it with sufficient breath to keep from fainting, to keep my…

My recent “loves:” Sitting in the center terrace of San Francisco Symphony two nights ago, up front with my friend Jean, leaning over the percussionists, so close to the bassoons and contrabassoon I could almost read their music, the English…

I love nothing more than soaking in the bath. Water, especially warm water, is so soothing. Scented with bath oil or bubble bath, usually lavender, makes a bath even more special. If I take the time to notice the warm…

I loved nothing more than a long walk through the city of Boston with Matthew. He could walk for hours and we frequently set off from Cambridge across the salt and pepper bridge into the city. Through government center and…

I loved nothing more than swinging on the swing set in the back yard. i loved the feeling of weightlessness at just the moment between going up and coming back down. i was out among the big trees and the…

I loved nothing more than to wile away the days, watching TV, reading a book (if especially motivated), taking a long walk along the water, the hills, country roads. But then I saw them. How people who sat idle were…

[hey there, this is longer than 800 words, grateful for however much of it you want to read, but no expectation to finish it or whatnot] “YAAOOWWWWWW open up the club we goin’ again! Yayyeeeeee—“ I rubbed my eyes. A…

Inspired by Wednesday, June 13, 1923 There was everyone at luncheon last week, a party of sorts. A moment often taken for granted but no more! The feeling of doing something extravagant--sitting around a table, talking of renovations and city…

It was very hard for me to get to write this week, sadly. I'm a pretty hopeful person mostly, except when I'm not. I fell backwards a little, surprisingly. I had been powering through, listening to my self-help Audible books…