Hedda Hopper’s Lemon Pie

When I first read that men thought of sex every seven seconds, I thought that’s me. No, not that I think of sex but that I think of food frequently.  Even when I worked full time, I planned our family dinner each evening. Meal planning and cooking seemed more of a hobby that a chore. IContinue reading “Hedda Hopper’s Lemon Pie”

Growing Older – On Turning 77

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“Can I help you?“ a butcher yelled from a packaged meat display. A few feet away, I was standing, clueless, in front of an impressive array of glass-encased chunks of red meat. “Yes, I guess,” I bellowed back. When he was situated across from me, I asked, “How…

Dad and the Bride Doll

  My father, a complicated man, was the oldest son of 10 children. His parents came to America from Naples, Italy via Ellis Island at the turn of the century, and settled down in Jersey City, New Jersey. He left school in the sixth grade to pick up bits of coal from the railroad tracks,Continue reading “Dad and the Bride Doll”