This is a modest tribute to my sweet, wise mother, who passed away almost ten years ago. I miss her every day.
Mangled Menus and other Crude offerings, Offensive to My Proofreading Eyes
Let’s start with those dang restaurant menus. How hard is it for them to email or hand over their draft to a proofreader? …or for that matter, to any English-speaking person preferably over six years of age?
8 special memories of the Hamptons
Sure, the drive to the Hamptons in eastern Long Island, 90 miles east of Brooklyn, passes through typical countryside scenery: horse ranches, farmers’ fields, an Indian reserve – Shinnecock, and the like. But here are a few sights that stood out for me on my recent visit.
We Bonded Over Bullets
Okay, I admit my first choice for this piece’s title was the more mundane “Highlights of the Hamptons.” Definitely not a piquer of curiosity. (Hmm… “piquer.” Is that a word? It is now! )
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Kitchen Karma
The alternate title I considered for this silly piece was Google to the Rescue, but it sounds too much like an old episode of Lassie.
Hope you enjoy this true story.
Tipping: unnecessary evil?
Am I the only one who feels intimidated by the whole tipping thing? When? Where? How much? To whom? And especially, why?
The worst teachers I ever had
As I reread my earlier post, “A wry look at busy, busy doctors” (aka “How to be a rotten doctor”), it made me think of a much earlier draft which was called “How to be a rotten teacher” instead.
Grammar Nerd or Grammar Cop?
…You be the judge! Me, I’m guilty of all of these!
32A: My First Bra
This is a fond look (well, alternately fond/horrifying) back at an innocent time during the 1950s when I so longed to grow up, to be older. Silly me. Silly impatient me.
A wry look at busy, busy doctors.
(This was previously published in a print mag which has since gone under. Please bow your heads for a moment of silence. Ok. You may read now. :-))
Crossed Eyes and Dotted Tees 