When the U.S. Post Office announced it might cancel Saturday delivery, I gasped. How will I manage my flurry of outgoing mail? How will I deal with the loss of not peeking into my newly replaced Smith & Hawken mailbox to see what lurks within? (And yes, I indulged myself and got a cool gold ‘flag’…
I’m Erica and I’m an office supply junkie. I have a cramped, claustrophobic closet under the staircase nobody else realize was sacred, but I lusted for immediately. Now my “Thank You Room” (formerly where the treadmill lived) has a secret door, just like kids used to find in mystery houses. The door is covered by beige & tan wallpaper, and…
As the daughter of a Holocaust survivor, I wonder how villagers who lived near the concentration camps could pretend they knew nothing as the trains full of prisoners emptied out and later, ashes darkened the sky. As a result, I can’t sit idly by if I see injustice. I’m always relieved when someone else has…
After a less-than-delightful doctor’s visit today I stood on the corner of Brighton Way in Beverly Hills, waiting for the light to turn green. A homeless lady lurched toward me, dominating the street’s white lines as she illegally crossed. I assessed the situation. Two other tattered citizens were opposite corners, one guy with a sign and another plundering…
As a member of the Rhode Island School of Design, I get invited to many events in Providence. When I can’t attend — because I live so far away — I write a note to let the honoree know I’m sorry I’m not there to applaud. It’s not as nice as if I were there in…
Ted was so moved by my note, he rescued his dusty typewriter from the closet, hand-inked the ribbon and found a stamp. We’re going to visit my office machine store together when he can find a moment between gigs. (He told me a tragic story about how he was at AB C Studios one afternoon…
