My Mother: my model for aging

My Mother: my model for aging

I always felt fortunate that I had as my ‘aging’ model, a mother who started tap dancing at age 66, and became associate TV producer at age 68. But my real insight into a joyous journey to the End came via a tweet chat. My mother was a force of nature. She...
My Puzzle Journey

My Puzzle Journey

Considering how much I enjoy things made of bits of things – faces made of pictures of faces, cats made of pebbles, Frida Kahlo made of buttons – one might think I’d naturally be drawn to puzzles. I’ve taken note of the puzzles my youngest daughter and my oldest...
My Kidney Stones

My Kidney Stones

My Kidney Stones In a way, I wish I’d been able to keep one – the stones that traveled from my kidney out my body. It would’ve been interesting to see whole the multi-toned, hard little beige and grey bits. However, I can’t say I was sad to feel them...
Dear Elon Musk

Dear Elon Musk

It’s my 12th anniversary on Twitter. I might have missed this milestone, but for the wonderful algorithm and data capture, and delightful, digitally-designed numbers that appeared in my tweet stream. A dozen years of learning about each other. And I say, without...