A rock in turbulent seas.

There are some people who can stay calm no matter what s— hits the fan.  I’m not one of those.  I try, but I tap my fingers faster, clutch my stress ball harder, and feel my blood pressure pulse as the problem presents itself.   I may not act it — I’ve trained myself to…

When a Senator does a good job…

… it’s like “when you give a moose a cookie”.  Everyone hears about what they did wrong but people don’t often get rewarded for just being themselves.  I can’t imagine what a politician’s “in-box” must look like.  I remember when I worked as a Receptionist for CBS Nightly News, every whacko called in to harass…

World of excellence, Disney-style.

Truth be told, I’ve never been a theme-park girl.  Maybe I’m too much of a realist and can’t suspend disbelief.  I wish I had more childlike wonder, but it’s too probably too late to believe.  On the other hand, my late sister Kitty loved Disneyland, and would have gotten the Annual Pass if she had…

When a brother treks in from London for his sister’s birthday…

It’s worth a can of chocolate sardines.  Les, my writing teacher Linda’s older brother, gets the “Long Distance” award for his baby sister’s birthday.  He trekked in from London to be here, and his wife Judy hauled in from New York.  Our little ‘wine & cheese’ party for Linda took off from its humble beginnings….

Outgoing mail after a one-day holiday…9 total.

I’m not generally very numerically-oriented.  Math was always my worst subject and it was only thanks to Gregory M. helping tutor me in high school that I made it through Alegebra and Geometry.  Even so,  I  have one small but happy counting ritual.  After my nightly meditation — after I’ve written my letters to whomever…

High school ‘hi’s’.

After our high school reunion ten years ago (1993), I sent a “Thank you” to my friend Bill, our class organizer.  He’d worked tirelessly to pull the weekend together and  he mentioned wishing he could have a massage when it was all done.  I researched the local spa and sent a gift certificate for a…

Sidewalk manners in the face of surprise.

After getting my nails done today — for my Palo Alto High school reunion this weekend — I walked past the church to my car. A slightly dishevelled dark-haired guy, 40 or so, in a beat-up hat and an uncomfortably-warm looking dirty olive green jacket suddenly appeared from the bus bench and cruised toward me, an…

Puzzling it out…in bits and pieces.

When my young pen-pal Cate Ferrall (age 7) sent me a “TY” on a puzzle form… I wondered “What’s this tiny little box?” and as I shook it, out came the “note”.  It took me three days to piece it together. I was enchanted — and before it was completed,  immediately went online to see…

The search begins.

After thirty-plus years of television, where I worked my way up from a secretary in the CBS Newsroom to being an Executive in Charge of Problems, I’m ready to take on my first interviews again.  This time in a new field.  Development/fundraising/corporate cheerleading.  I’m not sure what, exactly, I’ll find that will be a match…