Friday night, March 3, 1950, 6 p.m. I was 15. In my bedroom. Staring at the telephone for hours, praying for “him” to call. I was madly in love with him but I can’t remember who him was. And I worshiped Dorothy Parker. She knew about the heartache of love. Oh the self-absorption and lack […]

You’re just a button click away and I’d love to hear from you. About your world, your family, your joys and frustrations, growing up, growing older, even recipes– even though I stopped cooking–by request–years ago. Goodbye until next time… Hope your day turns outas well as I hope(but doubt) mine will, Gingy (Ilene)

You’re just a button click away and I’d love to hear from you. About your world, your family, your joys and frustrations, growing up, growing older, even recipes– even though I stopped cooking–by request–years ago. Goodbye until next time… Hope your day turns outas well as I hope(but doubt) mine will, Gingy (Ilene)

I am going to confess to you something I have never told anyone else. Something I sometimes even lie about to myself. It all began in 1956 when I was on the Goodson-Todman television show, “To Tell the Truth.” Remember that show? Of course you don’t because if you do, you’re probably as old as […]

When I was growing up in the 50s, a normal family was Bob, the breadwinner and Jane, the homemaker. Bob and Jane stayed married forever. They had two children– Bob Jr. and Polly–and lived in a house in the country with a white picket fence and an apple tree. They had a dog named Buddy […]

You’re just a button click away and I’d love to hear from you. About your world, your family, your joys and frustrations, growing up, growing older, even recipes– even though I stopped cooking–by request–years ago. Goodbye until next time… Hope your day turns outas well as I hope(but doubt) mine will, Gingy (Ilene)

You’re just a button click away and I’d love to hear from you. About your world, your family, your joys and frustrations, growing up, growing older, even recipes– even though I stopped cooking–by request–years ago. Goodbye until next time… Hope your day turns outas well as I hope(but doubt) mine will, Gingy (Ilene)

How can we ever thank all the First Responders who risktheir lives to save the lives of others? I wonder if I would—could– be as brave as they are. But is a thank you compensation enough? Nurses, firemen, police men and women are not financial big shots. Yet corporate big shots, celebrities, sports idols, rock […]

You’re just a button click away and I’d love to hear from you. About your world, your family, your joys and frustrations, growing up, growing older, even recipes– even though I stopped cooking–by request–years ago. Goodbye until next time… Hope your day turns out as well as I hope(but doubt) mine will, Gingy (Ilene)