I received a credit of  7 cents in royalties this quarter for my story, Agent of God, published in an anthology by Wolfsinger publishing.  (Click).  The company bought my piece outright, so I didn’t expect much of a royalty, especially as profits are shared with 30 other writers

I learned to love the glow of silver from an older friend who was a collector.  She hated polishing all the candlesticks and tea pots and fish knifes, however, so she’d roll them up in plastic wrap to keep the air from tarnishing the surfaces.  Usually it worked.  But when a cele

As I’ve written before, gatekeepers, those whose reputations outweigh other standards of measurement, are the people who decide what is great art and what isn’t. Of course, those experts change with each succeeding generation and so, the value of art is ephemeral, something th

I admit it, I’m an analog girl in a digital world.  Hiring a cab the other day, the company asked if I planned to pay with cash or plastic?  I have no idea why my method of payment matters.  Maybe the company sends old cars for people who still use cash.    The driver who picke

By now we’ve all heard about various security breaches that occurred during the presidential election and others at large companies like Equifax.  As a result, security companies are busy milking our insecurities with offers to make our private information safe.  Regrettably, thes

Daily, Donald Trump, the Tweeterer- in-chief exposes himself as a twit and commentators are loving it.  I can’t keep up with the jokes memorializing this humorless man.  Here’s a sample from the October issue of Vanity Fair.  “Trump has made Russia Great again; Trump is a che

When I was a youngster, one of my scariest memories was a scene from Snow White.  The huntsman’s shadow falling over the princess with a dagger was not it.  Nor was it the scene where the queen tempts her stepdaughter with a  poisoned apple.  What made me shiver was the old woma

No long after I moved into my retirement center,  I found myself visiting a new friend in the assisted living section.  As he and I talked, a woman joined us.  I judged her to be in her 90s, though she had the svelte body of a dancer and a pretty face.  I asked if she’d ever bee

The hiatus from my blog, gave me a little time to observe the comings and goings of my fellow inmates at the retirement center. One or two had dropped from the scene, literally, having taken unexpected falls that required surgery or prolonged bed rest. I saved another from a similar f

I’ve been toying with the idea of writing a memoir. Not the story of my life.  Nothing is so extraordinary in my existence that it merits a book.  But a booklet about my four years abroad might be of interest to others.  I left for Europe in the early 1960s and returned nearly fo