Category Archives: Memoir

Bentornata!  Welcome back.  It’s 1975 and we’re all still in Florence, Italy.  And I was still sleeping on a couch in my girlfriend Barbara’s living room in a tiny medieval tower.  Each day we’d start out with a latte for … Continue reading →

Get out your passports and fasten your seat belts, my friends.  Today we are in viaggio to  Italy.  And patienza– patience- will be required as this journey is going to last four posts.  (Did you think you could cross the … Continue reading →

The movie Jerry Maguire has been on television lately.  As I watched it the other night, I was struck by the fact that I had never seen the ending.  When I saw it at Movieland in Colorado, my date and … Continue reading →

Just the other evening I met my son for dinner in downtown Chicago. The dank, gray, gloomy, winter weather was making itself felt in many unpleasant ways as we walked towards the restaurant.  Out of nowhere, a cri de coeur … Continue reading →

It’s an old tradition that when someone you love moves into a new house you bring them bread and salt as a housewarming present. Bread so they’ll never go hungry. Salt so they’ll always be blessed with good luck. I … Continue reading →

Author’s Note:  I am well aware that the following post is probably missing accent marks and cedilles galore.  Quelle dommage.  I can not, for the life of me, figure out how to accurately type in French.  And I’m sure that … Continue reading →

  My son Nick’s snowboard trail to a college diploma was a winding one. He started off at Colorado Mountain College at Steamboat Springs with a K2 Eldorado snowboard and the best of intentions. He had chosen this school based … Continue reading →

Author’s Note:  The following story is true.  Some of the names have been changed.  No slur or mean inference was ever meant to be cast on any person, place or profession. (And don’t ask me who “he” is.  “He” could … Continue reading →

In the early seventies, I received a full academic scholarship to H. Sophie Newcomb Memorial College, the coordinate women’s school of Tulane University in New Orleans. It was founded in 1886 by Josephine Newcomb in memory of her daughter and … Continue reading →

I was taking a bath the other day when he walked right in and sat on the edge of the tub.  I was naked but I didn’t mind.  We’re longtime pals.  And he died in 1992. But that didn’t stop … Continue reading →