Astonished

Back when Smith Magazine made Six-Word Memoirs all the rage, my inner wordsmith went into action. But it was my now departed friend Kevin who dashed off mine without a thought: Zen chick with a Jersey edge. I adore that. Today, a bit anxious about a few things, I took...

What are you wearing?

Way back in the day when I was a sports writer, I belonged to the Association for Women in Sports Media. The annual conference was wonderfully enriching every year and one of the best parts was the crew I got to hang with. A fashion spread in New York magazine last...

An open letter to our military

I spent a good deal of yesterday immersed in reminders of September 11, 2001. It was self-inflicted. Each year I either abstain or answer an emotional need to relive some of it. Sometimes it feels good to allow myself to feel until it almost sears my insides....

Chasing Sylvia Beach

It has taken me the entire summer to appreciate Chasing Sylvia Beach by Cynthia Morris. No, I’m not a slow reader, but I happened to take a big chunk out of this novel just before doubling my workload so I could go on vacation the last week in August with no...

The right thing

I found a wallet at the beach last week. Such a simple thing and yet it prompted a flood of thoughts and memories which led me to this — I’ve had a major shift in my thinking since September 11, 2001. Today’s Game Plan: A Lost Wallet and Its...