“My husband is not only a clarinet player born in the Bronx, he is also a man who knows the five boroughs of New York like the back of his favorite reed. I…

“Speaking of flowers, when I drive by (or join) the protestors these days I’m reminded of the ‘flower power’ years of my youth. In the 60s when it began all we claimed to…

“But the headstand was my first advanced asana and one I had not experienced since I was a child. At age six or so standing on my head or simply looking at the…

“What would prompt a well-educated woman of a certain age to take up such a dubious pastime? A pastime that makes her long-patient husband of 48 years sigh audibly when he enters the…

“When I was a child, I was intrigued by a dainty vial of smelling salts which my mother kept in her ‘pocketbook’ and brought with her everywhere. On a hot summer day, when…

“But somewhere along the way, as always happens, everything changed. The neighbor across from us expanded a business that previously didn’t encroach on our street, cutting down two magnolias and a couple of…

“Our persistent friendship continued despite the day ‘they’ separated us (or maybe because of that day). After all, who knows how the ill meaning or well-meaning choices of adults will ultimately affect children? That day—the…

“On that day that now seems so long ago, I watched as Republicans and Democrats rose to sing Carter’s praises (among them the sons of former president Gerald Ford and former VP Walter…

“As a Yoga teacher (which I am), I accept that negative chatter is contrary to the teachings of ahimsa, or non-harming. But if a swear word is screamed in a forest and no…

“Some go to J-school to become better writers, to become investigative reporters, to learn how to interview well, and write clearly. Others head straight to newsrooms or combat zones. All this takes time,…