The most striking thing about the Mustang was its color: A pale lime green that people either loved or hated. Hardly anyone ever commented on the Mustang without mentioning its color, or adding, “Too bad it’s not a convertible.” It… Continue reading

Janet is gone, much too soon. I found out today, from Suzi, who found out from Jane, and from Tina, who wanted me to let Timmy and Mary Joye and Judy know. Janet was our friend, our mentor, our teacher,… Continue reading

I’m okay! Anthony, my Vietnamese hairdresser, seemed weirdly relieved when I texted him to ask for an appointment. I see him every five to six weeks, for touchups. He’s our longtime family hairdresser. My daughter-in-law has been seeing him for… Continue reading

Ever since the pandemic started, my friend Ingrid sends me an email every single morning. She feels that as single women living alone, we need to have regular contacts to make sure we’re okay. The emails are often about mundane… Continue reading