I must admit that the Fourth of July holds a very special place in my heart, having nothing to do with the Declaration of Independence or The Stars and Stripes. It was a 4th of July week-end in 1975 that my high school held its 10th year reunion. In June 1975, after a year’s Continue reading
Not surprisingly, one of my earliest memories is of my father telling me something. “You’re run of the mill, Iris,” he would say. “Just run of the mill.” Maybe it was my first lesson in intuition, insight and savvy. I knew by the way he said it that what he actually meant was, “You’re special. Continue reading
I wrote this over 20 years ago. It’s even more true today. I wish I had a dime for every time I called up my mother to bitch about something and she responded with the refrain “Relax, at least everyone is healthy.” It’s about as irritating as hearing the phrase “This too shall pass” when Continue reading