After traveling to New York City on Amtrak, I headed for the F subway train, carrying my suitcase and backpack up and down the stairs. I got off the F train at the Lexington avenue stop and followed the signs to the uptown 6 train. The signs took everyone to a narrow broken escalator that looked to connect us to the floor above.  Continue reading

Nantucket Reds


Walking around Nantucket yesterday brought up emotions in me that date back to my childhood. My reaction to seeing a certain type of well to do men and women, dressed in elite preppy styles, full of self-confidence and sureness, implying a closed exclusive world, is not good. It makes me cringe inside and feel uncomfortable. It also encourages my contempt.  Continue reading



With my niece’s temperature spiking above 102°F last evening, I was worried that it would spike even higher overnight. Every time I woke up to go to the bathroom, which was 3 times last night, I went to my niece’s bedroom to check her temperature. Every time she called me for a drink of water, which seemed to occur like clockwork throughout the night, I checked her temperature. Continue reading

LGBTQ Liberty, Equality, Fraternity


I just returned home from attending the SMYAL annual fundraising brunch. SMYAL is a Washington, D.C. based organization that “supports and empowers lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender, and questioning (LGBTQ) youth.” Continue reading

Waffles & Diarrhea


Ah, the joys of youth and the foibles of older age. This weekend I flew to visit my son, where he is a sophomore in college. He took me to a fun funky waffle restaurant for breakfast. As is my ritual, after eating breakfast, I prepared to take my vitamins and diabetes medication. Earlier this year I had stomach flu that left me with stomach cramps and diarrhea that would not go away. My doctor suggested that I remove all dairy from my diet and stop my diabetes medication, Metformin, for a few weeks and see if that helped. Within a day my stomach had returned to normal.  Continue reading

Queer Me


I love the way the younger generation has embraced the word queer. In my generation, it was a slur that meant something you definitely did not want to be. It implied a dirtiness and something low life. Today it is a banner proudly worn by many men and women. When I think of using the word queer to identify myself or my friends I am still a bit uncomfortable. But queer we are and queer we will be. Continue reading