FULLER AND TARLOW

FULLER AND TARLOW

Tuesday became ‘cultural’ day – much to our youngest’s chagrin. None too pleased to lose potential ‘Fortnite’ time, still our fifteen-year-old acquiesced. None too pleased with teen 11am awakening, this mother changed the destination  from Boston to Framingham. We...
GO BACK

GO BACK

The thought occurred to me this week – and I, self servingly, for I once again veer from my politics-free blog intent, share it here: If our president cares not, as he so aptly portrays time and again through his actions and words, for the tenets our United States of...
US LIVING

US LIVING

Driving home from Sam’s trumpet lesson I heard a strange sound from his iPhone – Mussorgsky’s ‘Pictures at an Exhibition’. It’s one of my totem pieces – along with Verdi’s ‘Requiem’ and Brahm’s ‘Intermezzo in A Major.’ His trumpet teacher gave Sam...
OVERWHELMING AUDACITY

OVERWHELMING AUDACITY

Peter and I sleep with the window open and the fan on these summer nights. I love the fan, and so sleep closest to the window. Peter tolerates it. Typical routine is that he turns on the fan a bit before bedtime to clear and cool the air – we sleep – then I wake up...
NEVER RUN AGAIN!

NEVER RUN AGAIN!

What is this runner’s high everyone talks about?  I was at dinner with some friends when conversation turned to running. Someone asked me about my running. When asked, I said I had run eight marathons and hoped to run at least one more when I turn 60 – and she nodded...