Radio Diaries

I have an old Victorian couch which belonged to my grandparents. It has blue velvet upholstery and a curved wooden back. Although its delicate little legs…

It was the end of the nineteen-sixties—that decade of conflict and liberation—and I was working in Chicago. Young and single, I enjoyed being on my own,…

A few months ago I was out on my bike and stopped at the Ben Franklin store on Eighth Street for some stickers and yarn. It reminded me of the dime store…

Last summer, my husband had a serious heart operation and was in the hospital for a week. While visiting him there, I marveled at the efficiency of the…

Glancing down, I see a bug on my sweater—but no, it’s just one of a million little balls of wool that have pilled up on this ancient garment. And as I…

During my first year at a university, I lived in a single room in the dorm. The girls on my hall were fun, but at the end of the day I needed my own space…

I stare out the window at what the weather man calls, “Blizzard conditions.” Heavy snow, strong winds, poor visibility. And I have to admit, it’s just…

Some years ago, I traveled to Nepal with seven women and spent some time trekking in the Himalayas. We also visited a jungle park in the southern part of…

When I was a child, I didn’t need a nightlight. What comforted me was the sound of my parents’ voices downstairs in the living room. Lying in the dark, I…

My husband and my cat are waiting up when I get home. I am late and know my husband has been worried. As for my cat, I see no evidence that she ever…