I was in high school the day I packed three dollars into an envelope…

This is a story not of a picture of an object…

One of my favorite places in Los Angeles to visit is the private Getty Museum.

Once upon a time, my sister and I sat for a portrait.

When I was very young, a cousin invited me to pick a stuffed animal…

It was my first job interview after college….

This was my favorite photo of my father…

In 2007 my husband Bernard and I travelled to Burma (Myanmar)…

Years ago, I sketched a goldfish I’d bought for our daughters…

A push puppet is a simple wooden toy…

My grandmother, Nani we called her, told me these were really my shoes…

These are the famous boogie shoes….

Occasionally, when I was a kid, my mother would mention a favorite toy she’d had…

When Mom inherited her grandmother's special set of china…

“I need to leave so you know you can survive on your own,” my dad used to say….

The owner of the first house I lived in was a Jewish man named Mr. Arnstein….

When I was nine, I suffered from extreme shyness…

There was a carved feather in the knight’s helm, once…

Sometimes when something special is lost for a while…

This is a candelabra that my parents purchased in Cuernavaca…