I had a piece to post for today. But now my dog is dying. I had a whole list of errands, assignments and people to see but it’s all fallen away. As my dog lay dying. I’ve come through that part where she might get better, where I thought I…

There was a distinct scent inside a bowling alley in rough and tumble Brooklyn in the 1970s — metallic and dusty, the indelible whiff of last night’s beer, watery cheese fries, and cigarette smoke on the stale air. When my mother was her happiest, her easiest and least angry, it…

I’m a traveler, full of wanderlust and accumulated mileage. When my husband and I began journeying together in our twenties, it was Motel 6 or anything cheaper. Our game has stepped up a bit, but nothing fancy. I don’t enjoy tipping everyone I say hello to, the way the fancier…

A Walking Tour Through Portugal I lost my parents way too young — my father of a widow maker, and Mom only a precious few years later hobbled by Alzheimer’s, all before I’d turned 35. They left me with a few gifts though. From my father I got my ability…

A Different Way to See Things — I did not want to write yesterday. In order to avoid it, I finally completed my Temple’s survey about what I’m looking for in a new rabbi — a kind heart and a soulful voice, preferably, but not necessarily in tune. I cooked a pot of corn and did the…

A Journal’s Ride to a Happy Birthday — I read Anne Frank’s diary as a child and forever called my feeble attempts at one, Kitty, the same as she did hers. I wanted mine to be just as important — minus her suffering, of course. I thrive inside drama, but have no actual affinity for pain. I lined…

I tend to assess my life in increments of adventure. My family are travelers, wanderers of the globe. …

After weeks of telling my friends and family that I’m taking the summer off from the Kate Chronicles, I think I might just do it. Hit the road. Throw the luggage on the carousel. No one will notice and I’ll be back in September, rested, tanned beyond the sunscreen, run…

A User’s Guide To all the apps that are supposed to make my life easier, that are meant to prevent my inevitable death, and to those health wallets that organize it all into one convenient spot, I hope you take it in the spirit it’s meant when I say, screw…