Six Generations of First Born Women

Having dinner at the Hyatt in the Spinnaker Lounge was my idea. I'd originally suggested we invite Bill and Lotti, to accompany RG and me. Joe called, so I invited him too, encouraging him to bring a woman, maybe Marla. Then I called Frank, he's usually open to any invitation. About an hour before... Sign in to see full entry.

A wave of intense childhood memories washed over me while lying in bed with RG. I was walking on the old, narrow, hilly, asphalt road that we took every summer to my grandparents cottage overlooking Long Island Sound. It was the only road on the way out of the city once you got beyond Northport, on... Sign in to see full entry.

I've been reading about Commonplace Books, an historic forerunner of the personal diary, journal or scrap book. The practice seems to have emerged in the 15th century, when paper became more wisely available and we were entering the high point of the Renaissance. They were often filled with sayings,... Sign in to see full entry.

It's the first summer like evening of the season. I'm sitting on the front porch waiting for Robin. I see him walking up Wrentham Street. There is a swagger in his walk. As he approaches the house he makes a nasty, hostile remark directed towards me. Up the steps, he strides into the house, a little... Sign in to see full entry.

Last night turned out to be pretty exciting. My daughter Erika came to dinner at the Ocean Club in the new Charles Hotel in Harvard Square with Bill and I. I was extremely indecisive. I couldn't decide what to wear. I couldn't decide what to eat. "This is so unlike you" says Bill. He teases me and... Sign in to see full entry.