Talking to cats
When one’s spouse is bicoastal and one is home alone a lot, one talks to one’s cats. Sometimes I simply meow back when…
Read MoreWhen one’s spouse is bicoastal and one is home alone a lot, one talks to one’s cats. Sometimes I simply meow back when…
Read MoreFifty years ago today, Frank Sinatra stepped into Studio 1 at Western Recorders in Hollywood. The building isn’t called that anymore—it’s still a…
Read MoreI awoke this morning from a dream in which I was having a meal in the Walnut Room at Marshall Field’s State Street…
Read MoreIn recent years, friends have tagged me on Facebook asking for lists of favorite records and favorite books. I sighed a little when…
Read MoreAlready the snideness has begun. “We get it. You vacationed in Paris.” “Suddenly everybody is French.” Some among us have taken to social media…
Read MoreEarlier today, I found myself prostrate with guilt when I realized that, as a child, I had chosen a favorite dinosaur not because…
Read MoreMama was not a very good cook. She was an inspirational schoolteacher, the kind to whom people sent tear-wrinkled letters of gratitude, years after they left her classroom. She pulled…
Read MoreI would be hard pressed to say which narrator of National Geographic television specials was the best. It is therefore fortunate that no…
Read MoreThe folks at the International Quality & Productivity Center had a hard time in 2007 finding someone to deliver the International Keynote Address…
Read MoreI was born and spent my early years in Houston, and I lived there again in several stretches as an adult, so I…
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