Have you ever wondered about degrees of separation?

When I was seven-years-old…

When my mom passed away 17 years ago…

Whenever my mother, an irascible Brooklynite, would get a hankering…

My father was a precise and orderly man.

One of the unexpected privileges of this pandemic…

When I was young, I took piano lessons…

I don’t remember how or when we kids got our red wagon.

My Mother never drove.

One area of my mother’s life…

In 1959 I was in the first grade at College Hill Elementary School…

Royal Children of English History was published in 1896….

My first job out of graduate school in 1989….

Engaged at 22, my education had not prepared me to “keep house....”

When I was eight, I devoured every adventure book about animals I could find....

I feel a lifelong connection to the United Nations...

Berson, Manny M.19th: 04/05/45 Pfc36692231 Died of Wound

When my mother died several years ago…

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…