Go ahead and inhale Proust had his madeleine, and I have Fritos. Just the smell of these addictive, crunchy corn chips takes me back to my friend Karen’s house, the place I first tasted tuna that wasn’t tricked out with stuff that was good for you.At my house, the tuna had special additives–celery, radishes, maybe… Continue Reading
Category Archives: Zero to Sixty in One Year
Westward Ho!
The old clunker Just like Dinah said! We drove back east in our battleship gray Plymouth Cranbrook, but on the way back to California, after our year in New York, we stopped in Detroit and bought a new car! A red station wagon. We saw the USA in a Chevrolet! It was really this red.… Continue Reading
When I Was a Boy
Don’t let the white gloves, dolls, party shoes, foofy dresses and hats fool you: I was a tree-climbing, somersault-turning, knee-scabbing, tar-peeling, bat-swinging, I-can-do-anything-better-than-you-can tomboy during those early years. But that’s all going to change very soon. When training bras and once-a-month visits from “my friend” start, it’s a whole new ballgame. It’s good to remember… Continue Reading
Six in the City, Part 2
It’s all jumbled up in my memory: tastes, smells, sights, sounds. The stale air of the subway stations, the extra chewy bagels and buttery lox; fragrant rye bread and piles of pastrami and corned beef at the deli; taxis whooshing by, steam coming up from from manholes in the street; hot, hissing radiators, bulky snow… Continue Reading
Tough Love: Me and My Dolls
Like every other little girl I knew, I put my dolls into perilous situations that, in my case anyway, resulted in drastic hair damage and loss of limbs. My favorite doll ended up with one leg and almost no hair. The few white-blond strands she had left by the time I’d played beauty parlor with… Continue Reading
Reading!
Yes, I started out on comic strips but soon hit the harder stuff. I remember the aha moment. Sitting in the back seat of our car as we zoomed along the highway, I looked out the window at a passing billboard and realized that I could no longer look at a string of letters without… Continue Reading
Six in the City
When we were five and eight years old, our parents told these two San Francisco-born California girls that we were packing up and moving to New York City. My father had entered the doctoral program at Teachers College,Columbia University, and we’d be living in Morningside Heights for a year, giving up our house and our… Continue Reading
Return With Us Now to the Thrilling Days of Yesteryear
Click and close your eyes. There’s nothing to see here. Now, that’s what I call a theme song! I remember wondering what “yesteryear” meant. It was a word I’d never heard anyone use. But how exciting to hear that music, even now. The Lone Ranger was one of my favorite cowboy shows.There were a lot… Continue Reading
Playing Games, Part 2: Who’s "It"?
If you were going to play hide-and-go-seek or any kind of tag, someone had to be “it.” You could, of course, all shout “NOT IT!!” at the top of your lungs and some poor kid would be caught unawares and go home crying. So then you’d have to start over and pick some other kid… Continue Reading
Playing Games, Part 1: You Don’t Know Jacks
Well, maybe you do. But any little girl worth her salt could play jacks. You watched the older girls and one day you threw the jacks down, bounced the little red ball and tried to get through “onesies.” Here’s what we used to do when we played jacks:1. Onesies (picking up one jack at a… Continue Reading